moving...
..out of the 'band meeting' house. That place is terrible really, cold and hot, dirty as fuck even if you clean it, and if you do clean it within 3 hrs its a mess again thanks to the 9 people total living there. Everyone there is wasted, high on something, or coming down off something constantly, every day. Its uncomfortable walking around and in each room seeing an item of drug parafunalia, especially seeing as I'm basically done with all drugs, by that i mean yes the occasional halucinagen will find its way in my mouth, but no more of that hard stuff for me. It sucks you in, rips out all of your constructive thoughts, and makes you a mess. Apparently dans still staying there. But i still don't think its good for him. I love him... and I am worried as hell about him. Will it ever stop? He needs to be healthy, fallow his ambitions, not 'ride the magic carpet' going no where. Theres nothing i can do though, so when I am living at my parents it may suck, but not as bad as watching someone you love kill them self slowly but surely, or living some where with people who have no concern about anything or anyone but them self. I haven't been this stressed out in my life. Work, come home to an uncomfortable place that i don't even want to call home... and just the usual anxious things that give me stress, all compiled into a tiny little chunk of my life trying to make me snap. But I wont let it.