Disciplined Breakdown
It's been a relative while since I've written in here; I don't really have much to say anymore.
What do you want from me? I don't want to pour my heart out anymore to anybody, nor do I want to go out and about looking for someone else. It sucks that I have so much to give but no one to give it to. It's getting so nice out, and I would kill to have someone just walk long the beach with me or watch the sunset.
I have so much stuff to do and think about and I hate it. I hate the feeling like I'm over-burdened or stressed because I feel so much pressure and I want to just push reset and have it all go away. Finals are coming up and I need to worry about classes next year as well as my newly-acquired on-campus housing. Of course women are on my mind all the time too, which I never thought I'd have to say again. But life's funny like that.
I made a Myspace music page for shits and giggles. I figure whatever I make musically that is actually kinda good, I'll just throw it up there. It's not to get discovered or make it big; it's just a closet for me to store them and so I can listen to my songs anywhere. I called the band name "Range" because, well, the music doesn't really have anything in common. If my third song (arguably my best one, "Sweetie") wasn't so huge, I would be able to put it up there and have everyone hear it, but alas. It's too big.
I really don't have anything else to say. Times are changing and the past still seems so succulent to me. In my mind, the future has such a dark and horrible tone to it. When you think about it in reality, however, it's actually not bad at all. I can meet someone cuter, funnier, happier and someone who I really can relate to and someone who can treat me right. I never remember that because I feel like I'm never going to get that, even though I just had it for over a year. I'll just have to try harder next time, I guess.
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Mike
What do you want from me? I don't want to pour my heart out anymore to anybody, nor do I want to go out and about looking for someone else. It sucks that I have so much to give but no one to give it to. It's getting so nice out, and I would kill to have someone just walk long the beach with me or watch the sunset.
I have so much stuff to do and think about and I hate it. I hate the feeling like I'm over-burdened or stressed because I feel so much pressure and I want to just push reset and have it all go away. Finals are coming up and I need to worry about classes next year as well as my newly-acquired on-campus housing. Of course women are on my mind all the time too, which I never thought I'd have to say again. But life's funny like that.
I made a Myspace music page for shits and giggles. I figure whatever I make musically that is actually kinda good, I'll just throw it up there. It's not to get discovered or make it big; it's just a closet for me to store them and so I can listen to my songs anywhere. I called the band name "Range" because, well, the music doesn't really have anything in common. If my third song (arguably my best one, "Sweetie") wasn't so huge, I would be able to put it up there and have everyone hear it, but alas. It's too big.
I really don't have anything else to say. Times are changing and the past still seems so succulent to me. In my mind, the future has such a dark and horrible tone to it. When you think about it in reality, however, it's actually not bad at all. I can meet someone cuter, funnier, happier and someone who I really can relate to and someone who can treat me right. I never remember that because I feel like I'm never going to get that, even though I just had it for over a year. I'll just have to try harder next time, I guess.
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Mike