CRASHiC
Smash Hero
Link to original post: [drupal=3227]Going A Bit Batty.[/drupal]
So, apparently, my sanity is slowly losing itself.
I've been sporadically and subconsciously jumping as I walk, and didn't even notice until I jumped at work, finding myself doing so under the concrete beam of a door, busting my head.
I need to order that **** keyboard and get back into music before I go crazy. At the moment, Bat For Lashes is the only thing keeping me tame, though my dependence on her is slowly turning into its own poison as well, though not that I'm obsessive over her, not at all, she's merely the epitome of what I hope to be, and the manifestation of all I like in the attractive sex. However, she's starting to fill me with a bit of guilt, as I begin to wonder why I feel I deserve a woman like her, or a life like hers. Once I believed it, I have the looks, the talent, and the drive to become a musician, but I have I overlooked the most important thing? That being resources, aka, money and people. I have neither. I'm not giving up by any means on my musical pursuits, but after the mighty fall I took last year, and as I prepare to get back on the horse, I fear for falling off from a lack proper barrings yet again.
All in all though, I order my keyboard tomorrow, and next week I can expect all of this bottled up energy to finally have an output.
So, apparently, my sanity is slowly losing itself.
I've been sporadically and subconsciously jumping as I walk, and didn't even notice until I jumped at work, finding myself doing so under the concrete beam of a door, busting my head.
I need to order that **** keyboard and get back into music before I go crazy. At the moment, Bat For Lashes is the only thing keeping me tame, though my dependence on her is slowly turning into its own poison as well, though not that I'm obsessive over her, not at all, she's merely the epitome of what I hope to be, and the manifestation of all I like in the attractive sex. However, she's starting to fill me with a bit of guilt, as I begin to wonder why I feel I deserve a woman like her, or a life like hers. Once I believed it, I have the looks, the talent, and the drive to become a musician, but I have I overlooked the most important thing? That being resources, aka, money and people. I have neither. I'm not giving up by any means on my musical pursuits, but after the mighty fall I took last year, and as I prepare to get back on the horse, I fear for falling off from a lack proper barrings yet again.
All in all though, I order my keyboard tomorrow, and next week I can expect all of this bottled up energy to finally have an output.
