Feb 18, 2006 22:51
Do I even exsist? It seems like I am stuck in a dream. It has seemed like this for a while now that i think about it. I feel like a character in one of those movies in which he or she slowly finds themselves in some insomnia driven nightmare. All of a sudden faces start to look incrypted. Maybe that is happening to me? What happened to everyone? What happened to me?
I have this big plan. But I need like a grand in cash. So my plan has to be drawn out a long time.
I was caught singing at work and my co-workers were astonished. I guess all the practice is paying off... finally. I totally gave up on starting a band. I am going to save up a grand, buy an 8-track recorder, and do it all myself. Everyone can kiss my ass, especially after they hear my work and want to play live with me. You know 7 years of writing, pent up frustration, anger, emotion, and work will be amazing. fuck bags.
I have come to realize that caring is athing of the past and i need to just be a loner and direct my attention towards me and what i want to do. and i want to beat grand theft auto: vice city. so i am going to go. my journal loves me and i love it.
change,
2006,
band