October 29, 1964. 2:00 pm. Studio
Things had been confusing as of late. Things with Paul had only gotten more complicated because I didn't really feel like we had made up. Even though he had said he was sorry, I still didn't feel like something was right. And to make matters worse, I hadn't been exactly innocent with Brian a week or so ago.
Cyn and I had even gotten into a fight the day before and she had left. She still hadn't came back and I was starting to get worried. I couldn't really remember why we had fought, but she got pissed and left me alone. So, I had that to worry about as well. It seemed like all of the relationships in my life were being screwed up without me even realizing it until it was too late. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do.
I felt like I had to talk to someone before I lost my mind. It was all too much to handle. Luckily, we were in the studio today so I could take my mind off that aspect of my life at least for a bit.
Cyn and I had even gotten into a fight the day before and she had left. She still hadn't came back and I was starting to get worried. I couldn't really remember why we had fought, but she got pissed and left me alone. So, I had that to worry about as well. It seemed like all of the relationships in my life were being screwed up without me even realizing it until it was too late. I wasn't quite sure what I was going to do.
I felt like I had to talk to someone before I lost my mind. It was all too much to handle. Luckily, we were in the studio today so I could take my mind off that aspect of my life at least for a bit.