Peace
Well. boys and girls, its been a fun road we've traveled on, but I believe I'm through with writing in this journal. I love to write, and I enjoy hearing comments from you kids, but I just don't feel like writing everything anymore. I... I just don't know why, I just don't have the urge to write things for everyone to see. Even if they aren't personal, secretive, or whatever, I just... I'd prefer to talk to people. You should all know by now that I write far better than I speak, but I like speaking to people's faces more than through this device. We are a social people, we should be out there talking to each other.
Life has not changed much. My parents have gone from just hating and yelling at me to making fun of me. My house is the life I wish to forget from 3rd grade till Arthur befriended me in 7th. I still have my same sh*tty job, but I hope Travis will aid me in getting a new one. I haven't had practice with either band in about 2 months. I'm starting to think that they all simply wish to replace me. On note of music, my audition at UArts was pretty bad; I was too nervous to do much of anything right. At least I got into the music program at Rowan. Almost all of my auditions this year have gone worse than my auditions last year. Mike and Robbie must be hating themselves for wanting such a piss-poor musician to play with them in the first place.
"Thought I ran into you down on the street,
Then it turned out to only be a dream...
I made a point to burn all of the photographs.
She went away and then I took a different path.
I remember the face, but I can't recall the name.
Now I wonder how Whatshername has been..."
This isn't me. I can recall at least the first name of everyone I've ever had a crush on, every girl for the last 14 year, whether it was for a second or a year, I remember every last one of them.
I'm too pathetic...
But I'm not worthless. I'll see this story to the end, whether there's a happy ending or not. We haven't even lived a quarter of our lives yet, kids, remember that and never forget it. Now, and forever, peace and love, one last time from me.
-Jim
Life has not changed much. My parents have gone from just hating and yelling at me to making fun of me. My house is the life I wish to forget from 3rd grade till Arthur befriended me in 7th. I still have my same sh*tty job, but I hope Travis will aid me in getting a new one. I haven't had practice with either band in about 2 months. I'm starting to think that they all simply wish to replace me. On note of music, my audition at UArts was pretty bad; I was too nervous to do much of anything right. At least I got into the music program at Rowan. Almost all of my auditions this year have gone worse than my auditions last year. Mike and Robbie must be hating themselves for wanting such a piss-poor musician to play with them in the first place.
"Thought I ran into you down on the street,
Then it turned out to only be a dream...
I made a point to burn all of the photographs.
She went away and then I took a different path.
I remember the face, but I can't recall the name.
Now I wonder how Whatshername has been..."
This isn't me. I can recall at least the first name of everyone I've ever had a crush on, every girl for the last 14 year, whether it was for a second or a year, I remember every last one of them.
I'm too pathetic...
But I'm not worthless. I'll see this story to the end, whether there's a happy ending or not. We haven't even lived a quarter of our lives yet, kids, remember that and never forget it. Now, and forever, peace and love, one last time from me.
-Jim