i'm of two minds..
i'm satisfied when i'm working on music and it feels like it's gonna be something i'll finish.
but i'm so very dissatisfied when i think about the situation i'm in. i've been playing for at least 5 years now and i'm still not that good. i live in my mom's boyfriend's basement. that kind of scares the ladies away, methinks. i have no car. i only have a permit, not a license. i've been working in a convenience store for over 2 years. i can't find anyone else who will hire me. i really don't know if i can get into a good school. my friends all live miles away from me.
i know, i know. all i do in this journal is whine.
i'm satisfied when i'm working on music and it feels like it's gonna be something i'll finish.
but i'm so very dissatisfied when i think about the situation i'm in. i've been playing for at least 5 years now and i'm still not that good. i live in my mom's boyfriend's basement. that kind of scares the ladies away, methinks. i have no car. i only have a permit, not a license. i've been working in a convenience store for over 2 years. i can't find anyone else who will hire me. i really don't know if i can get into a good school. my friends all live miles away from me.
i know, i know. all i do in this journal is whine.
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364.. that's my lucky number.. well, no, but i have no reply for that. (insert witticism here)
i never think about germs when i'm on the bus.. but there are uh.. *interesting* drunk folk on there sometimes. i suppose i can be *interesting* sometimes too, but at least i don't rant about how blacks on welfare ensure my poverty. i was too busy wondering why i'd been singled out for conversation to be amused but it was actually kind of funny once i got off the bus. the guy was providing a running commentary on people as they got on the bus... "yeah, that one works for a living.. see, that guy's a mexican, they know how to work.."