Routines.

The same fucking thing every day. I am living in a routine that plays inside of my head. It is a beautiful place with laughter and friends, but then I realize that this world does not exist. I just want some purpose to come into my life. And yet, all I do is sit here and wait for it. I’m too exhausted and shy to go find any. 

On a side not, I performed at Harmony Cafe on Friday, and got told my a RENNISANCE SCHOOL FOR THE ARTS TEACHER that I was good. (I’m most likely applying for this school next year, if i’m not overwhelmed by the fact that Karl is in it..)

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