Nice little failing of my Maths AS exams to sprinkle it with more joy than I can handle on my cupcakes.
Sigh - oh well, bit of frenzied revision for other subjects should balance that out nicely.
To more important things;
I really out to learn to play my guitar to a higher standard, I want to be writing little melodies and things - and I can see them in my head but can't get them down on paper or on fretboard. This is a big annoying ugly problem of mine.
Thankfully I am more nonchalant now - about my exams (not that I don't piss myself and rip any attempt she has made to cheer me up in a few swift and immediately regrettable phrases) going well or going badly as the case might be. That chord is back though - it actually rings in my head while I sleep, I taste it in my throat when I wake up; but it isn't the same one as before, this is my one, the one I want to write down and be happy about - fat fucking chance.
To more important things;
I really out to learn to play my guitar to a higher standard, I want to be writing little melodies and things - and I can see them in my head but can't get them down on paper or on fretboard. This is a big annoying ugly problem of mine.
I want to so I can be more integral - I'm this sort of useless part at the moment, I can't help with anything really remotely useful; sure I'm writing, but words are the finishing touches - a good song is dictated by good music, it only then can be a great song - and I need to help do this, or I'm just going to feel like I'm stuck in the side-car while everyone rides the motorcycle - I went for something macho for once, it sounded better in my head.
But even more importantly. I just need to let go, one evening, one evening just to do whatever the fuck I want to do with whoever the fuck I want to do it with, I say but there is just one person. She must be bored with me by now - but I at least think she really likes me, and that's a start.
I should be more optimistic - and more carefree; I think too much about everything, about everyone and about nothing. Why it is I do this is in the hands of some doctor somewhere who I can never remember the name of, and who probably doesn't care about me anyway - so why should I care what he thinks. Off the pills, but back on the brain. Not fun - but mundane now.
I should be more optimistic - and more carefree; I think too much about everything, about everyone and about nothing. Why it is I do this is in the hands of some doctor somewhere who I can never remember the name of, and who probably doesn't care about me anyway - so why should I care what he thinks. Off the pills, but back on the brain. Not fun - but mundane now.
Thankfully I am more nonchalant now - about my exams (not that I don't piss myself and rip any attempt she has made to cheer me up in a few swift and immediately regrettable phrases) going well or going badly as the case might be. That chord is back though - it actually rings in my head while I sleep, I taste it in my throat when I wake up; but it isn't the same one as before, this is my one, the one I want to write down and be happy about - fat fucking chance.
Yeahyeahyeah. Two As. A B. And a D. Now doesn't that just tickle your fancy.
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