i'm sick.
I had a dream a few nights ago.. I wrote a really awesome song. the best song i've ever written.. but it was in my dream. when I woke up, I couldn't remember it. damn. i'm really not a good songwriter.
last night I woke up in a cold sweat. I had a dream about helping cats and then I saw on tv that cats can commit suicide if they're depressed.. then I woke up and heard Cutie meowing. I got scared and went to check on her. I found her laying contently in the living room and started hugging her and I started to cry. I know that sounds stupid, but it just really scared me. she's been depressed for soo long.. I don't know how to get her out of it.
i've decided what I want to do.
I want to be a singer.
no, i'm not joking. music is like my life.. if I can't incorporate [big words?] that somehow into my everyday life in a major way.. well, that would suck.
i've been practicing.. and i'll keep practicing.
i'd love to be a solo singer or a singer for a band.
I can't play any instruments and i've been told it's too late to start now, so why not sing?
5:20pm