Real talk? Daddy said he's been having nightmares since we stopped sleeping together, and that shit made me think. I honestly haven't gotten more than four hours of sleep at all since the last time I slept with him. Last night I went to sleep a little after 8, woke up at twelve. Same for the night before that, and the night before that. I think the last time I slept forreal was like...Friday night, or Saturday. Now, it's fucking two in the morning, I haven't so much as yawned. Me, twin, and her boyfriend are up talking (despite the previous post, her boyfriend actually really is a good friend of mine, like, that's my buddy). But, you know how it is, they're a couple, and I"m just me. So, in case you were wondering at all, I miss you too Daddy.

Anyways, now that the love letter section of the blog is over (I disgust my fucking self with this bullshit), lets talk about my day. I got to sing a lot. Like, its amazing to me how many damn musicians I know. But anyway, I told my old high school band I'd help them out with a performance they're doing tomorrow. So today I went to a rehearsal with them. It was cool. I got to see a lot of my old buddies. And a lot of my old haters, which made me giggle. But the highlight was my white boy Cody. Y'all know I gotta keep a white boy. That's my boo. He broke the rules though. He got taller when I wasn't looking. Now I gotta feel all inadequate. Swear he was 5'9 when I left in Jan, and this lil kid got the nerve to be 6'1 now. FUCK OUTTA HERE CODY. At least now the muhfucka could change my light bulbs or some shit.

Anyways, we did our rehearsal, and had our run through, and that was cool, and then I had to hop the bus to go to my actual choir rehearsal. I'm pretty sure I mentioned last week that I'd been having trouble, and I'd like to thank everyone, if anyone, who prayed for me, because it worked. Maybe it was just the amount that I prayed for myself. Tonight was a great rehearsal, and I feel like we came along way towards establishing a new structure. I mean, tonight's rehearsal was special, because Easter is on Sunday (and guess who has nothing to wear and no money?) but still, I think things will get better from here.

Anyway, tomorrow is the band's performance, so I'm gonna be there pretty much all day prepping and setting up. It's cool though. I love them, really. However, it's gonna be really fun trying to sing all day with the beginnings of a cold and absolutely NO FUCKING SLEEP. Sorry, y'all know how I get with the caps lock when I'm irritated.

Oh, and by the way, I need new friends, cus y'all fucking suck. (but not you, Dori).

Till Next Time: Positive energy, high hopes, love♥