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Well, I have a decent job. I’m getting burnt out on it, but hey, it gets me out of mom and dad’s; which is fine with me. I keep falling in and out of smoking. I don’t drink and party much, I don’t mind them just I’m too busy or at a show a lot of the time. I do a solo project but I’m not that good. I want more time to write. Even then good inspiration is hard to find. It helps being sad, and I sometimes like the feel, but it’s put me out of too many relationships. I’m done being sad and boring. So now I hope I can move out of the country next year. That good enough?