sometimes i really hate being a composer. like tonight, when i basically stared at the paper in front of me for five hours. i wrote down five new notes…awesome, at this rate, it should take me a thousand years to finish. it’s this solo piano piece i’m working on (which i’m drastically hoping to avoid …
does she ever think of me when she’s with him? i don’t know i’ll never know does she ever lie awake wondering what might have been? i do i always do i’m lonesome in her memory sinking like a stone hoping this’ll be the last time and hoping it won’t i can still feel her …
this post could be called “random things i’ve thought of in the last few hours but didn’t really have anyone to share them with” i watched “lost” tonight, and it was ridiculous. in a good way. sometimes i try to figure out what’s going on, and others i just want to enjoy the ride, because …
sometimes i wish i had no potential, or maybe just a little in one area…then maybe i wouldn’t feel like such a failure for not achieving something. sometimes i feel like i’ve got all this pressure to do something great. i don’t even know what might fall into that category, but i know it’s not …
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