So here it comes again.
Writing about the blues.
The impostor syndrome of being a songwriter.
The feeling of losing a family.
The feeling of failing as a father.
I should be thankful.
I am now part of the music industry, but in a different level or position.
Dylan is here so I am given a chance to be the fun parent.
Lord, help me see the light.
Help me find purpose.
Help me find someone to convince me I deserve to be loved.
Writing direct over here. I rarely do this.
Need to unplug my mind and let it leak all over this page.
I am weeping hard with no reason.
Guess i am tired of it all.
I should be happy.
I just wrote a song. I submitted an edited manuscript. I still have 2 thousand in my account. Salary from the raket is coming in soon. Had a phonecall with dylan where ai was teasing her of possible accomodation finds for her OJT.
Aside from my 3 males cats squabbling a few mins ago, everything is still. Everything is quiet.
That must be it. No purpose. Just waiting forthe weekend so I can play music and get drunk.
I feel so unloved and alone.
