So after pitching that ridiculously long post to my mother, she told me that it'd be stupid to put everything into the band and not work.
She then gave me a list of places to apply for, considering that Albertson's never called me back.
I guess in the end, it was childish for me to think my plan would've worked out to pour all my time into music.
It doesn't pay, it doesn't work out on a resume, it won't make success, and my bandmates have not even followed up on the amount of work they said they'd pull.
We had potential to practice three days this week, we did a few hours out of one.
So in conclusion, I'll continue to do what is expected of me; anything else would be selfish.
I'll continue to give my time, my effort, whilst putting to rest my emotions.
There's no room for their resistance.
I've been living disillusioned, dreaming of a round planet whilst being pulled over the edge.
I don't know why I blog anymore, this is all stupid.
Sorry for making my personal journal public.