So, I guess this week has been a little tough on me; I don't really think much has happened that I can pin-point and say has been absolutely horrific, but I don't know...maybe I'm finally cracking up.It just sucks that all I wanted to really do with my life was sit criss-cross apple sauce, playing piano versions of sad old punk songs, occasionally eating a blueberry muffin or drinking some...

I get really annoyed when people continuously question my passion for music. I'm not going to do the whole "Oh, music is my life, it really is!" shit because every fucking teenage girl does that at some point in her life.Instead, I'm going to try to explain why the fuck music means so much to me.I can't rely on other people to give me the attention or advice I need because people only live for...

So, I wrote a post not too long back about how I'm going to start updating on Mibba again.I'm not a moron, I know it's not the easiest thing to do in the worls, especially if you second-guess yourself every fucking second of every fucking day. My continuity skills are shit, and my writing is little beyond the likeliness of the heathens of the mentally retartded home of socio-paths and wannabee...

so, i haven't posted anything on Mibba in a while now, i know, but...this is the first thing i'm postig in a long time, and i guess it's kind of like a resolution.i need to do something. just...something.or i might actually go insane.writing was something i actually enjoyed at one point, but i lost what little faith i had in myself, and i've struggled to do anything of any use since.shit happens,...