This was supposed to be me venting my frustration about music o' these past few weeks. This was supposed to be me second guessing all my passions and choices. This was supposed to be me kicking myself for not sleeping for two weeks, and therefore sucking it up at the concert Wednesday. And then proceeding to kick myself for being so damn perfectionistic. But somehow, it never quite got there.
I'm disappointed. And music high. I can't remember why something that makes me so mad can spontaneously reroute the purpose of my existence.
More soon. I'm stewing.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment