best make another to do list for tomorrow so i don't sit around here all day moping on my pathetic existence. i had dreams once. lots of dreams. sometimes i look back at myself and laugh at how naive i was.
but then i ponder awhile longer and realize, hey, has anything ever really turned out like you planned. really, in the entirety of your life span has it? no. and that's why this time i will fucking win. because this is what really matters. this is the one thing i have that will not get trodden on by oppressive steel toed boots. i've still got me. and i've got a fucking guitar. and even though it's 2am right now, i couldn't care less as i'm going to finish this shit right now. so you'll excuse me now as i take to this keyboard that's been sitting next to me unused for god knows how many months as i pour my fucking heart out and finish my songs.