| ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- will you come to my funeral after I go? So, what�s to say? Practice with FG was great last night. Even though I didn�t really play. I just sang. And even though I feel silly because I�ve been so lax on guitar practice, I felt better because she said My. Singing. Doesn�t. Suck. And so she showed me the E minor chord- which I really like the sound of - and told me to stop practicing just the chord progressions and to just find a song with a few chords I know and practice that so it feels like I�m actually playing something. And before you know it, she said, you�ll be writing songs and selling albums and you�ll have forgotten all about me. Right. If I ever write a song I will just die of happiness. Truly. But then back to reality, home late. GB and I fight and I don�t even want to go into it right now. It�s all so fucking stupid. And I�m so...so....I don�t know... Angry. Upset. Hurt. Did I mention angry? Yes, definitely angry. My stomach is a fucking rollercoaster this morning 10:19 am - 08.30.01
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