my life seems to be made up of three lines.
the first; being relationships
the second; being music
the third; being school
line one:
is seeming bleak. bleaker everyday. my ability to catch a fly is about as good as a newborns ability to catch a fly.
im beginning to doubt if i can even handle it all. or do i just want something.
line two:
seems stupidly perfect.
line three:
seems to be going very average, im just scraping through everything.
