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Prft.

Well hello. Posting from my iPod onto here for the very first time. Ever.

I’m a bad musician. Not that I’m bad in making music – it’s just that I can’t seem to stand by my word. I haven’t written a full song in a long while. I have not touched a guitar longer. I am failing really bad with my piano skills. I keep saying music is my life, but I can’t seem to live up to my own motherfucking expectations.

Life has been pretty good in general to me since I last posted here. I’m 8 months into my job yesterday (Friday the 13th). Should have stayed home and freaked people out with Twitter/Facebook statuses like “damn it where’s my hockey mask when I need it?” but nooo. I had to go to work for the last day of the week and go through a shitty day within a shitty week. And for what? Just so I can get paid. Pah.

But enough about that rant. Here’s an entirely different thing – LOVE. I have come to the conclusion that (and follow me on this) I am the exception to the rules of it. Why? They say when you love, you will be loved in return, sevenfold even. Am I feeling that? No. They also say the law of karma basically means what goes around will always come back around. Has all the love, passion and affection I’ve given come around? No. Lastly, everyone around me is pretty much hanging on. Me? Barely. I claim to be happy, which I am most of the time, but I die in misery every single time I’m reminded that I’m alone, I’ve been single for a looong while, and that every guy I like either fucks me over or is just not that into me. I’m extremely sad and disappointed about this. You can’t even begin to imagine how much.

I want to relocate. I already have a place in mind – a place I love and I know I’ll be comfortable living in. Problem, then? No passport. And I need loads of money to make that happen. Like, shitloads. Gawd. What do I have to sell and/or sacrifice? No, do not say my body because I will fucking kill you.

So what is to become of me and this site and my so-called music career? We may never know until I get a grip and start anew. Properly.

Right. Trust that I’m still around. I may not be on here that often, but you can find me everywhere online.

Until then, so long, y’all…