“A cloud hangs over, and mutes my happiness” – ‘Anna Molly’, Incubus.

I feel as if there’s something holding me back, some little, seemingly insignificant thing that is out of place and preventing me from thoroughly enjoying myself lately. I’m just glad that I’m happy in general, and that I’ve finally sussed out and know in my heart who matters to me and who doesn’t; who genuinely cares about me and who doesn’t. Harsh as it is, I’ll just have to deal with people that have grudges against me for lame or immature reasons, which half the time aren’t viable. To be blatantly honest, I’m scared of returning to school and discovering the tortures of the Cambridge (CIE) IGCSE cirriculum, loyalties (and disloyalties) of people, and slave away day after day like sheep.

On the contrary, I’ve finally managed to form a band so now i’m slaving away, trying to write songs in hopes of getting a place in a gig on March 5th. For once, I don’t have the option of hiding in the background as a bassist, instead fronting as lead vox. But right now, yet again, I’m swimming against the currents of the world and about to ruin my life yet again.