Dear,

"There's plenty of ways to commit suicide without dying dying." - Diary

I started my classes yesterday. I am surprisingly excited for this semester.
Oh, i'm also unbelievably terrified of my vocal development class. I have to sing in front of the whole class...at least 4 times. It kind of makes my hands sweat and my tummy feel funny. Just sitting in the class the other day when my instructor was talking about it made me uneasy. I've already paid for the class....and I refuse to drop it. So I guess i'm gonna be singing. Harumph.

Work is kind of slow, it doesn't make me feel good, nor does it keep my wallet full. That's minus 2 for work.

I also started a new book today. It's off to a good start.
I love books. I get lost in them. I would gladly live in my books....is that odd? I could care less if it is, to be honest. Screw humanity. We're so fucked up all we can do is look down our nose at everyone else, when we're probably the ones with the shit smell on our shoe causing our own disgust.
Phew, sorry if I seem a little scatter brained and angry. Those are never good things to be. Especially at the same time.

la-di-di-da-di-da

I'm going to San Fran this weekend. Oh how I love it there.


When all is said and done, I just want to be a good person.