and these... are the days of our lives.

i feel overwhelmed, and very unsettled.

there is just so much going on. there's good and bad. i feel like 10 different people trying to align schedules for an important meeting.

i've had some interesting conversations with all different types of friends, lately.
and in other friendships, not enough conversation... which only stresses me out and makes me try too hard.
i've met these cool guys at Beatniks. i'm leaving. bad timing.
my mother is hurting. but doing well with her diet.
i need to visit my grandmother... this brings tears to my eyes.
i'm lonely.
i think "he" moved away.
my sister barely speaks to me.
i don't have a job lined up in Cinci.
i don't know if i want religion anymore. at least, i don't rite now.
i really love to sing, but i suck.
i'm scared about moving. what if i miss something important? will i make friends? this is the right thing, isn't it? will i be able to get my own apartment?
re-finishing this wooden desk gives me a good feeling.
money and bills suck.
i don't want to be forgotten.
i crave passion.

i know, deep down, it's all going to work out. but rite now, well, i'm just not so fine.

"how can i taste so many kinds, and still have one song in mind?"
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