this coffee's cold

How music makes such a difference in my life. I can't write without it.

There's this lesson I'm learning about life...if i want to do something, I can't wait to find another person to do it with me. I need to learn to just get up on my own and get shit done. Perhaps I rely on other people because this person looks like he's got everything together. But in reality, everyone's just floating with the wind and I've anchored myself with doubt and guilt. She has a plan, so I must scratch one up out of the dust i've buried myself in. I can't follow someone elses dream... or their plan b for that matter. Stop trying to make your life parallel with his.

All of my posts are so melancholy. I don't know whether to write, well it's not so bad, because it really isn't... or to write i feel like i'm being dragged along because plan a has dissolved.


Seriously though, i'm afraid of plan b. Plan b is surburban, Plan b is settling.