It's Friday, farmboy. Bet that's making you happy.
It's weird. I'm feeling depressed or something, but I'm thinking that it's mainly exhaustion. I'm really fuckin' tired, man. It's been a hard fuckin' week. This physical work is hard, but I'm really hoping it will be good in the long run.
I want to be stronger, man. I want to be confident. I want to be brave. And my anxiety level...it's always been high, but, fuck, it's off the fuckin' charts, you know. I gotta change some things.
Such as?
Such as what I eat, social contact, exercise...you know, all those things that are hard for me. Right now the only good thing going on in my life -- and this is a very big thing -- is music. With the rehearsing, the CD...Music is going really well right now. Thank God.
It's sounds like you've been thinking a lot, farmboy.
Man, that's like all I do, all the time. Plus, I smoke weed and I love thinking when I'm high. So, yeah, I been thinking. Analyzing everything. Damn.
That may be part of being an artist.
Maybe. I have to try not to be overdramatic about such things. But it may be, yeah.
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