I'll be every breath your trembling lips taste
Home, physically exhausted. thinking too much.
A number of small disappointments surrounding an overall great show.
We blew a whole mess of people away. I was excited, pissed about the sound being retarded, and that goofy ass mic I ended up using. Couldn't hear after that.
It was nerver racking, exciting, sweaty, and an all around blast.
And now....the overthinking. The wanting more trouble. See how far I can push my luck before something goes terribley wrong. It's like a game I've been playing. Push everything to its limit, see what my breaking points are. How strong my hair is, how little sleep I can run on, how lonely I can get before desperation sets in (RIGHT HERE bingo!)
I wish the people who I'm genuinely interested in would follow through. I mean I was thanking my lucky stars when I met Mike...and then one week later he drops off the face of the earth. Nikki comes to my show...I get stupid, don't talk to him much. I dream about the past, continuously. Where I'll be fake dating Aaron, or something retarded....I had one about Mitch the other night, something about a theme party...I don't remember. Leaves me lonely, just like when I fell asleep.
Nolan continuously tells me how wonderful I am, how he wants to marry me one day blah blah blah. SHOW ME then. Show up, make the call, make the move, ask me out to dinner, SOMETHING ANYTHING! would be appreciated.
Evan....what goes on in your head is beyond me, I love you to death. I have NO idea how to express that correctly, I'm going to be bummed when you leave, I'm going to be nostalgic when you're here, and have no clue why nothing has ever made sense in our lives.
I hope everyone that came out to the show tonite had a good time. Sorry I wasn't more sociable...my mind is taking over, and I need a little alone time to contemplate where to go from here.
I'll get there someday.
A number of small disappointments surrounding an overall great show.
We blew a whole mess of people away. I was excited, pissed about the sound being retarded, and that goofy ass mic I ended up using. Couldn't hear after that.
It was nerver racking, exciting, sweaty, and an all around blast.
And now....the overthinking. The wanting more trouble. See how far I can push my luck before something goes terribley wrong. It's like a game I've been playing. Push everything to its limit, see what my breaking points are. How strong my hair is, how little sleep I can run on, how lonely I can get before desperation sets in (RIGHT HERE bingo!)
I wish the people who I'm genuinely interested in would follow through. I mean I was thanking my lucky stars when I met Mike...and then one week later he drops off the face of the earth. Nikki comes to my show...I get stupid, don't talk to him much. I dream about the past, continuously. Where I'll be fake dating Aaron, or something retarded....I had one about Mitch the other night, something about a theme party...I don't remember. Leaves me lonely, just like when I fell asleep.
Nolan continuously tells me how wonderful I am, how he wants to marry me one day blah blah blah. SHOW ME then. Show up, make the call, make the move, ask me out to dinner, SOMETHING ANYTHING! would be appreciated.
Evan....what goes on in your head is beyond me, I love you to death. I have NO idea how to express that correctly, I'm going to be bummed when you leave, I'm going to be nostalgic when you're here, and have no clue why nothing has ever made sense in our lives.
I hope everyone that came out to the show tonite had a good time. Sorry I wasn't more sociable...my mind is taking over, and I need a little alone time to contemplate where to go from here.
I'll get there someday.