id hate for this journal to turn into depressive ramblings. but this needs to get off of me. i cant stand picking up my guitar anymore. just when my name is starting to get out in my hometown, just when things are picking up for me (like opening for one of my favourite artists), i hate all of my material, my lyrics, my music, my everything ( Read more... )

your head pokes in the back room / you say hi and can i join you ( Read more... )

so i bought the ibook. let the fun begin ( Read more... )