AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
thank god for johnny pecher. after having the worst month of my life, losing my vocal scholarship, and trying to figure out what to do with my life, nothing matters because i'm here at truman with people i care about and who care about me. still have no idea what to do with life when sunday comes and i have to drive back to new orleans. but oh well.

when i speak and cross my fingers
will you know you've been deceived?
i find the need to be a demon.
a demon cannot be heard.

who am i? seriously, who the fuck am i? i am weak. i've allowed myself to fall into a trap of depression, anxiety, and panic. and now i am trying ever so desperately to crawl out. god please help me. i need something, some strength or guidance. i'm falling apart at the seams. i can't take this much longer....