i am quite certain my problems are nothing and yet they are all i seem to think about. i'm quite sure my life is only a small part of the jigsaw yet it consumes me.
It's not even life that consumes me but the waiting, waiting for life to start like it will when the band starts gigging and recording, when i have enough money to get all the things i want, when my friends finally realise how witty i actually am, when i actually get round to tidying my room and putting my CD's back in order and get up to date on my guitar practice and finish all those books i started and call those friends i haven't seen in ages and find a girl who can't stop thinking about me and when i learn to drive and when i've finally been to America and and and and... oh this is tiresome.
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