sometimes i have random self discoveries. lately they’re becoming more and more frequent. my group of friends, that used to be able to withstand anything, is lying, back stabbing and using other so called friends. and i’m sick of it. i am one or two years younger than everyone one of them and i have more maturity lately. live your life how ever you want. but your dramatic tendencies are getting to me, and i need out. get real, or deal dudes.
my mind is constantly writing new lyrics in my head. and when they’re good enough i write them down. it’s been two days and i can almost play the bass parts of “lover i don’t have to love” with the rest of the song, and i can play the beginning of “one last song.” i’m meant to be a musician. i’ve been given this attitude for a reason. i used to think it was because i was meant to be a famous writer, but i can’t spend my life cooped up alone. i need out there. and i can write about all these people i’ve met and loved. i know what i’m meant for. i have to make it.
i will make it.
things are changing and i feel so good about it. next weekend i’m hanging out with chris, who will forever be a constant in my life, kourtney, who i think is asking me to be hers and i plan to say yes :), and shelby, who i’ve never had a chance to spend time with.
and new close friend. sounds like a good weekend to me.
sunday hopefully indigoing with the daily.
and i’m thinking maybe 2 days during the week? yeah? :)
"i counted 27 birds up there today. i’m thinking that’s why i still love it here. i’m thinking that’s why i still love it here.”