Week 2

Im my effort to document this trippy trip im on, im making myself do this entry despite my thoughts of how rediculous it is for me to be spouting this purely hopeless, hard to follow and or give a shit about, depressing BS of mine.

I feel like ass.

I had hopes of writing some songs, and even have some incredible production given to me to write to, by serious and talented industry connects who actually believed me when i told them i was a song writer..then again i was a song writer when i told them i was cause in that moment that i said it, i believed it.
Now i do not. and have come up with some really stupid half ass melodys to maybe 3 bars of 2 tracks.

I was hoping to eat right and feel better. I havent and im not.

I worked out yesterday and had my first decent day of feeling ok.
I havnet worked out today and feel quite like getting hit by a car when i go for a walk in a few mintues would be just perfect....a fatal hit. please.

I just spoke to my step dad who is being an incredible support and pretty much the active and helpful parent that ive never had, throughout this process, and he suggested i go for a walk. good call, brisk walk and ipod with Nina simones After hours compilation is pretty the only thing i am capable of, that is slightly more constructive that sedating myself with tv and food and herb.


I came all this way and freed myself from my life and obligations and.....nothing.
nothing different in my brain, still a hostage.


for now.