I should know better than to count on promises.
July 23rd, 2006… and usually I do, but when promises are made repeatedly, I tend to believe they will come to pass… This is a mistake I keep making. I hate promises, but even more than that I hate that I allow people to convince me that they’re true… even worse, that I come to count on them.
Falcon Ridge is, very much an escape from reality. We have our festival lives and our real lives. Well, coming home was real life slapping me in the face, knocking me down and giving me the finger as it left me in the dirt. Lovely. Welcome home.
I start the new job tomorrow and have to wake up at 6, I need to move in about a week and have no idea how or where I’m going to find an apartment. I thought that things had turned a corner and that change was in the air, instead I came home to threats and anger from different sources.
I’m burnt out and exhausted. I had a great time, but there’s no way I can blog about the festival until after I’ve had a chance to digest it… and to get some sleep.
oh wow. good luck with that! later!
Comment by dawn marie � July 27, 2006 @ 12:21 pm
I’ll never understand you… Which is likely a good thing. Keeps you interesting. Feel the love
Comment by Zin � July 27, 2006 @ 15:03 pm