Kostya says he's amazed at how much I get better every time I play and how much new stuff I write and how none of it's ever bad or ever sounds like anything he's ever heard... I know it's real what I'm writing... band I sit there for 3 hours witout stopping whule he's downstairs working or playing the trumpet...
My vicodin wore off, and my mouth kills, and I'm so tired and I feel so sick and I have so much homework to do and the world just doesn't make sense to me and I think I'm so screwed and I don't know what I'm doing... I know I've come a long way but where am I going... I keep missing the exit and foing off in another direction, to somewhere I didn't know existed at al... And I keep running out of fuel... And why DON't we pull over? It's not safe driving in the rain...
Sometimes you just have to slow down a whole lot when you're driving in the rain.
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