But I'm crying in my mother's appartment. Because my guitar string broke while we were tuning it. She broke it. And now she's gone out to buy a new one. And I'm crying. What the fuck?

So much to write about concerning my father and wanting a place to call home and wanting to have good friends. But right now all kinds of other shit is going on.

That's it. I want to go home. I want someone to hug me and welcome me home. I want somewhere I can make a good hot meal and relax on my own bed and feel comfortable.

So, the end of another day. I'm going to actually go to sleep before midnight. A whole hour to blabber on here about my shit.

I just read a thread on voices that people hear and how they feel about them and it's stirring up so much in my head. I had the thought that I wished I had voices.

Not a good night. I mean, not a Bad Night, but not a good night either. Came back from a performance and felt exhausted and hungry.

These are going to be follow-able resolutions. Next summer, I will make a sincere effort to go to Burning Man.