Total. Bheja. Fry.
Lately I've been more lost than usual - I cant read, I cant listen to music, I cant watch a tv show, I cant fucking do anything for long peacefully because I AM FUCKING TIRED OF EVERYTHING!
No clue what the fuck is bothering me at the same time really. Its like I have sand in my metaphorical vagina.
Things have actually gone down after the great morale boost we got post single release, with the whole Goa trip affecting my own personal finances for the band. The two-single rule is fucking us over left right center, and we feel a bit stupid to make a journey for a festival that didn't offer reimbursement.
I have also stooped low enough to abandon my disdain for trendy phones and buy myself a new Sony Xperia (the first phone ever bought, since I've survived on handdowns andborrowed free devices for so long). The 1100 equivalent of a Blackberry kind of died cause its not accepting a SIM card anymore LOL. Okay maybe I shouldn't complain about a new phone really, but what the hell I hate myself a little for it hahahahaha!
Pretty pissed I missed out on a LOT of things, the Pune NH7 particularly. I am probably gonna miss Guns N Roses AND Slash (FUUUUUUUCK!) and Bangalore NH7 too, which saddens my heart to no end :( sometimes I feel I was better off as a scene kid who just attended gigs. Or rather, I wish I could sustain my activities with some form of personal income.
Kaafi fuck ho raha hai. My semester is drawing to an end and I really really need to pass through this without any blemishes and the whole baggage that fucking backlogs bring. My relationship with Dad doesn't need any more tension, with him being pretty uneasy with how intense my other life has become in the year he wanted me to quit all the 'distractions'.
Maakichut let me not get even started with the frustration trying to bond with a female can be. I mean, WHY?!? Why do they have to be so difficult to read, so ambiguous? I'm still not sure what time is right to talk about this because I am clueless.
I kind of have shifted from a feeling of contentedness and general progression into some kind of void full of despair, frustration, totally uninspired and unproductive.
I want to blast some Strapping Young Lad and calm myself with the aggression...but I can't pay any attention to the music either. FML.
Lately I've been more lost than usual - I cant read, I cant listen to music, I cant watch a tv show, I cant fucking do anything for long peacefully because I AM FUCKING TIRED OF EVERYTHING!
No clue what the fuck is bothering me at the same time really. Its like I have sand in my metaphorical vagina.
Things have actually gone down after the great morale boost we got post single release, with the whole Goa trip affecting my own personal finances for the band. The two-single rule is fucking us over left right center, and we feel a bit stupid to make a journey for a festival that didn't offer reimbursement.
I have also stooped low enough to abandon my disdain for trendy phones and buy myself a new Sony Xperia (the first phone ever bought, since I've survived on handdowns and
Pretty pissed I missed out on a LOT of things, the Pune NH7 particularly. I am probably gonna miss Guns N Roses AND Slash (FUUUUUUUCK!) and Bangalore NH7 too, which saddens my heart to no end :( sometimes I feel I was better off as a scene kid who just attended gigs. Or rather, I wish I could sustain my activities with some form of personal income.
Kaafi fuck ho raha hai. My semester is drawing to an end and I really really need to pass through this without any blemishes and the whole baggage that fucking backlogs bring. My relationship with Dad doesn't need any more tension, with him being pretty uneasy with how intense my other life has become in the year he wanted me to quit all the 'distractions'.
Maakichut let me not get even started with the frustration trying to bond with a female can be. I mean, WHY?!? Why do they have to be so difficult to read, so ambiguous? I'm still not sure what time is right to talk about this because I am clueless.
I kind of have shifted from a feeling of contentedness and general progression into some kind of void full of despair, frustration, totally uninspired and unproductive.
I want to blast some Strapping Young Lad and calm myself with the aggression...but I can't pay any attention to the music either. FML.
