So Here We Are

Summer blues, jobless, let downs, late nights, early mornings, terrible nightmares, and one big ball of confusion. That about sums up my last two months. The more and more I find ways to create a blog, the less I give a fuck. I emphasize swearing because I have nothing to hide and without saying the f word I wouldn't be explaining how I really feel. My hopes of Osheaga in Montreal have a taken a leap of death (clearly I'm not going anymore) which means no Arcade Fire.. I don't even know why I write sometimes. I mean I do, but fuck it. I have spent nearly ten years working all these lame jobs that go nowhere. It all ends the same. I get so sick of finding something new in my life that inspires me to move on to a new trend. There! I said it! A new trend! When does a person at some point in their life dig their shoes into the ground and stay? Do they? Do we? Does somebody else do it for us? For it has seemed like I have tried on so many different pairs of shoes. I have tried so very hard to dig them into the ground and stay with me.. But I can never seem to do so. If I didn't have passion, I don't know what I'd have.