A lot has happened lately. I can't say much of it was good in any way. My brand new, beautiful fucking guitar got stolen from the last place I would've imagined. A guitar I searched for for years, finally found, and now, apparently, lost it. It's a conflicted feeling, knowing that someone is blatantly lying to your face while probably laughing at you behind your back. Fuck that. Have some decency you piece of shit.
I also came down with strep throat and a 104 fever for a few days. Talk about insult to injury. I missed two exams at school, had a very good chance I could've been permanently damaged, and still can't smoke or eat right. Fuck my life.
I don't see a lot of people anymore. I guess sometimes I take a backseat to everything else. Which is cool. It's just a rough patch in my overly long life. Shit happens.
My mood, bank account, health and guitar owning is piss poor at the moment. The only slight consolation right now is the fact that it's almost 60 degrees out in February.
This post is terrible, but I haven't been able to really do anything well for the past few weeks. Deal with it.
1 comment:
Well, if I ever do find out what's up with your guitar, know that I'll tell you. No matter who 'stole' it.
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