how in THE WORLD is it that the last seven days of this tour feel longer than the last seven months? a few weeks ago, when some of us were conjecturing that the end would fly by, nicole had it right: it was going to drag, and drag bad. badly. bad. whatever.
my skin is literally crawling to be home. no one can do right by me these days, and for 90% of the people here, that’s through no fault of their own. (the other 10% are simply failures as people, so they can just stew in that pot all together.) i’m just on edge and angry and rubbed raw, and i am done. i have nothing left to give and no interest in giving anyway.
i’ve been counting down days for about four weeks. counting down shows for about two weeks. today i considered counting the hours left, but i refrained, as i thought that would just make me feel a little crazier. that’s it. i feel crazy.
