May 01, 2005 01:53
Apparently I need to do everything for everything. Making plans, writing music, arranging for rides, making sure people are having a GAS of a time, helping through woes and sorrows, so on. How peculiar. I don't mind doing everything on my own, or being isolated too much.
The initial shock left me a scared man, but it subsided.
I get used to it eventually.
May first. How fucking depressing.
THE EGO.