one hundred eleven

Alone with my music and thoughts, but the strings and keys don’t fill me like they used to.

End of semester blues, ya dig? It happens in lieu of anxiety when i’ve lots of business looming.

Anyrate, seem to be getting beat bad at this story of the month thing, so if you’ve not voted yet, go here and maybe i can pull out a win. Disappointed, really, because i’m getting beat by a story that i think is quite bad. Whatever, though.