Baby it's stormy Monday; and honey Tuesday's just as bad
The past few days have been hell for me and my family. Jordan found out that his drums are warped due to the heat in our studio so we need to soundproof our basement for a "new studio", costing near $12,000. And if you don't know my brother, all he does is drums. It's his life and he's the most accomplished drummer his age in the state.
My mom's bestfriend's daughter's boyfriend shot himself in her restaraunt while she was sitting next to him. Everyone is zombified and senseless, who can blame them really? I can't. My Mom and Brother have been fighting constantly. Luckily I'm on good terms with everyone and both my parents are proud of me. Sad that the world must collaspe before I get what I want.
And to top it off, through all of this mess I haven't talked to Becca since then. Making me feel worse. I guess it's just a thing the seasons do.
My mom's bestfriend's daughter's boyfriend shot himself in her restaraunt while she was sitting next to him. Everyone is zombified and senseless, who can blame them really? I can't. My Mom and Brother have been fighting constantly. Luckily I'm on good terms with everyone and both my parents are proud of me. Sad that the world must collaspe before I get what I want.
And to top it off, through all of this mess I haven't talked to Becca since then. Making me feel worse. I guess it's just a thing the seasons do.