April 15, 2010
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yeah.
My grandfather may very well be on the verge of death. Our family is exhausted, overworked, and taken advantage of. This play that I've worked so hard to make successful is requiring me to go to ridiculous lengths to help it succeed, even to the point of filling in for a major part. Yet I still get accused of not honoring my commitment to the play by doing the one thing that helps me relax and escape: playing music. I'm so damn ready to get out of here for the summer and find something to live for and care about. I haven't written a song or a decent batch of lyrics in months because I can't seem to find the peace I need to accomplish things that require concentration and determination. I miss you, a lot. A lot more than I ever thought I would.
I'm desperate right now, and nothing is changing.
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run away to syracuse. I will hide you here. I can build you a shelter under the stairs and you can live like harry potter did.
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