No date.
I don't think I'm going to have a social life
No friends
I don't think I'm going to have a love life
No love
I don't think I'm going to have a life
No desire to live
This isn't going to be a great year again- I feel it.
Hurry up 2o12, Hurry the fuck up.
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I fought with this 'Repetitious Life' myself. The 'Everyday the same thing, nothing ever changes." What I had realized that I had worried so much that I started losing sight of the few things I really enjoyed. Always wanting more, more and more. Things that I had always enjoyed doing seemed disinteresting. Then one day, I walked in on my roomates watching a documentary called Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers: Running Down a Dream. I never really was a Tom Petty fan, but his story really hit home with me. He made dreams, tangible. Small country boy who worked his ass off and made something of himself, while everybody he knew told him he was worthless and told him that he would never make it. 'Fools follow dreams, they said. Only reserved for special people.' But Tom realized early off that your not born special, that you make yourself special. You bust your ass doing something that you really enjoy doing never letting anyone get in your way. You don't dream a dream, you make a dream. Your not cocky your confident. Well I had always loved music and always wanted to play guitar, but thought at 23 years old, it was a little late to start trying. But then, one day, I said, fuck it. I am going to learn, Jimi Hendrix was only human, TOm Petty was only human, Brad Pitt was only human. The only thing different between them and me, is that they worked their ass off, nothing was given to them. SO I bought a cheap little guitar, turned off the TV, and began banging away at the guitar. I didn't care how long it was going to take me, I was going to be as good as I could be. A week went by, and my fingers were in such pain because of the strings, that I thought again, this isn't worth it. But then I watched the DVD again, these guys went through this, and I am not going to let them be better than me. So I stuck with it, a month went by and I had learned a few chords, and a few simple songs. I saw how the work had paid off, so I played even more. Hours and hours and hours a day. Then I realized that I had something to say about my life and this world. And tried writing my own. 4-8 hours a day and a year later, I find myself in a studio in Austin Texas recording my first album. I had done it. I never would have ever imagined as a teenager thinking I would ever do this, or could do this. And I was. Well we are finishING recording the Album in two weeks. The title "Repetitious Life." I guess my only advice is. Everything does happen for a reason. You just have to open your eyes. When things get repetitive, shake things up a bit. For me, it was turning off the TV, because everytime I watched it I thought man I wish I could have been born like them, instead of realizing I was like them, and they saw dreams as reality. That I could make the same dreams reality. Anyway, sorry for the rambling, but let me leave you with one little thing to think about. I was having trouble finishing some lyrics on my album. I typed in Repetitious Life in google and thats when I found your site. Things happen for a reason, and you have helped me out more than you will ever know.
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