i'm sad. 
i have to sell my clarinet. its the only thing left that i have that's worth any amount of money that i'm willing to sell. you would think that at dire straits like this i would be more inclined to want to get myself out. i'm either getting close to zero, or i'm just plain crazy.
i came to an intersting conclusion tonight. i had gotten together a few times with this guy for music stuff to sing on some of his songs. they're good songs, but i just couldnt get into it. by round three i was stifed, uninspired, and know that the only music i'm going to be singing is my own.
and i suppose its going to be that way with everything else.
i have to sell my clarinet. its the only thing left that i have that's worth any amount of money that i'm willing to sell. you would think that at dire straits like this i would be more inclined to want to get myself out. i'm either getting close to zero, or i'm just plain crazy.
i came to an intersting conclusion tonight. i had gotten together a few times with this guy for music stuff to sing on some of his songs. they're good songs, but i just couldnt get into it. by round three i was stifed, uninspired, and know that the only music i'm going to be singing is my own.
and i suppose its going to be that way with everything else.
socogentleman:
*hug* just remember you can talk to me whenever you need me. i've been there for everyone else and it's time for me to be there for you.