eep eep

work. boxes. school. books. cleaning up, loss of personal space. guitars, acoustic and non, pictures being taken of the band for the album. not being able to write or sing very much. money problems and money solutions. being late for work. old english 40ozs. good company. girl that is annoying and girl that is awesome. bruises on my arms, dry skin on my hands. wanting to be alone, desperately not wanting to be alone. silently screaming but in a psuedo-healthy way. lack of sleep, lack of food and lack of...too many tvs and not enough stuff on the walls anymore. losses and missing spaces that i can feel somewhere, but im not sure where. leaping off the tallest building you think i've ever seen and landing like a feather. boom stands and microphones and tapes and the like. hollowness.. but resolve. a weakened resolve. 'changes' by yes. crazy ideas and the ability to carry them out. just life.