snow

i woke up at 5am this morning. regret. all i could think about was tour. i want to be on the next tour. why did i quit. this was mine. i want it. the day i quit, i had no food or money. could i make it right this time. could i have a chance. would they let me. what if...i did it on my own. wanting is i whole different story. it isn't mine anymore. i'm not a part of it. to just ask for it all back...i wish. just fly myself down to la and be let down. i don't know if i even have another chance.

i need a new hat. someone either stole mine, or maybe they threw it away because they hate me. grrrrrr.

i'm waiting for work to show up. i work at home. i hate clients, but i love my job.

my armpits sweat buckets. it is called anxiety.

i feel fucking sXe today. haha. right.

fuckin eh. i miss tegan.

i miss stormy.

i miss willem.

i miss friends.

i miss being the center of attention. i need it to SURVIVE. okay.

enough of that.