get me out.
i don't fit in here, i never did. not with these emotional wrecks and self absorbed headcases. i wasn't cut out for musicians, but for some reason i ended up here. now i just want out of this and out of here and to be away from all of this. the normal problems of the world are so much more attractive than a pretty song.
one month left, and if this much has happened thus far, i'm sending myself into much needed isolation when i get home. someone please have a bahamavention on me.
none of this shit even matters, and yet it matters too much.