is it crazy to want a new kind of pain? Not more, but a different kind. Sometimes my life is so ironicly painful, I don't know whether to laugh or to cry. I am back at Tim Hortons *sigh* Same company, different city, different people. Oh...and no boys. What what once my home is now back to what it originally started as...a jill job. However, I am powerless to erase all the laughter, the tears, the passions and memories in between. The love, the hate, the love...Oh the love that destroyed me. Sometimes I feel so out of control, like no matter how hard I try, I always end back at the same place. Oh well. Like I said, it's a jill job. I am there for one reason and one reason only: To pay for singing lessons.
I have decided that 2006 is DO IT year. I've done things I said I would never do, and have never done the things that I always said I would. No more talking, no more hoping and dreaming. If I want it, I get it. If I wanna do it, then I do! No more excuses! I want to sing my lungs out and nothing is going to stop me. Nothing.
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