So, I am sort of very casually seeing the guy from work, I guess? I'm not sure you see, I don't know how this works. He comes over and watches movies, and we talk on the phone and so on, and he knows the deepest darkest facets of my fucked-up personality, but really it's just a friendly thing, except for those tiny little moments when I think, well, MAYBE. Maybe it could be a little more. I have no idea, so I'm not going to elaborate on it.

I have been listening to "New American Classic" by Taking Back Sunday and "Maybe there's a loving God" by Sarah Groves on repeat for days now. That second song is courtesy of one Mandy Jalo, thank you very much. Your card made me so happy deary, you wouldn't believe it. Thank you.

Midterm depression is hitting hard. It's at this point that I start thinking awful things. Like, why am I even at this school? I certainly don't belong. I'm not even close to being at the same level as the musicians I am around every day. I don't have extraordinary talent, no great potential, no tremendous patience for study and practice either. I start to think I'm wasting my time. It bugs me, but I can't stop it.

On the bright side, my sister is coming home for the weekend. I am borderline giddy about this, and if it weren't for her coming home I don't know what I would do. Probably lock myself in a darkened room for several days and cry.