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[21 Nov 2003|07:53pm] |
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Bruce Springsteen "Atlantic City" |
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It's tough, kids.
My DePaul audition is tomorrow.
Alright, I am in such a weird state right now. Whatever I feel right now...I've never felt this much of it before all at once.
I really am this inarticulate right now.
This is one of those times where I just need an outlet, a place to get something out. I've got to give it up. I've got to let it go.
I just don't want to be unhappy. Not by the hand of someone else. I can't take it anymore.
God, help me. God help me. God help me. It hurts. Really bad.
Louis.
P.S. I ask anybody who's reading this not to ask me to explain...I just need this outlet. I'm upset right now. Or just hit by reality. I've got to let it go.
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