I found that hanging out with musicians somehow takes away the loneliness. Though I still doubt their intentions of even keeping me company, it is better than nothing.
2nd day of the Shoegaze Festival.
Someone mentioned Washington Drama Club. Got jealous of performers tonight. I do want their applause. I do deserve a captive audience — at least a chance to let them listen.
The problem is like fireflies, I can't capture the burst of creative ideas and put them in a jar. Just one angkas ride away and puff, it is all dead and gone.
I should read more, but I have trouble even finishing netflix series that I resort to rewatching Seinfeld to calm my anxious mind. Boy, that guy is getting richer by my streams.
4:51 am and two malings later, I am writing this in hope that I can sleep without any lonely thought floating across my tired brain.
Soon enough, that benadryl pill will work its magic.
I need money. I can't seem to have enough to buy happiness.
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