Oct 07, 2004 23:52
I'm sick of this taste in my mouth. I'm sick of the coughing. I'm sick of my nose being stuffed. I'm sick of not having my singing voice as it was. I can't stand seeing you disappointed in me. I can't stand seeing so many disappointed in me.
I'm quitting. It may take a little bit. But, I quitting. I can't keep going with this. I'm disgusted with myself. I never wanted to start, but I did and now I'm just going to quit. I'm going to do my best to do it straight up. I might be over the rocks for a bit, but it's going to happen.