Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin...
Well, the good news is I finally got a new laptop. The M.O.C. is going into the studio soon and we are having beautiful summer weather here. You think I'd be happy. Believe me, I'm far from it. There's a reason I haven't been smiling in any of my pictures. I get through each day no problem. I get to hang out with two of my best friends all day, I can play my bass at 4AM and no one will bitch at me, and I'm in a kick ass rock and roll band that appears to be on the road to success. Believe me, I'm grateful for all of it. But there's a huge part of me missing. I feel incomplete every night when I lie in this bed alone. I realized this past year that I have a very different mindset then almost every other individual that I know remotely close to my age. I knew what I was going to be doing for the rest of my life before I could walk. That automatically meant that high school was the four years for me to find my best friend and the love of my life. I still have the friends that matter close to me... as for the second part, we all know what happened to her. Without that kind of connection, I lie here in bed every night feeling disconnected, empty, and without any kind of desire for life. When I wake up the next day, I'll feel neutral. Lather, rinse, repeat. Thank God for Muse, Pink Floyd, Say Anything and Dashboard Confessional. (...and Jameson and Ziggy)