Band practice was brutal. I sometimes feel like I’m pushing a broken bench around and that this is hopeless. People were too mean or too honest and I hate being the middle man/ “woman,” but if I don’t do it then I’m not sure who would. Our old music was dissed, our new music feels too choppy, and I’m sitting here trying to understand where everyone’s head is at. I’m confused, frustrated, angry, and elated all at the same time. I feel nauseous, scared, and disturbed. I need a sign to tell me what to think, where to go, and what actions to take. At least I have my pillow pet for comfort…
1/20/12