To The Starving Homeless Children of Mexico

I hate you. You starving homeless children of Mexico. God can smite me now, later, whenever is convenient for him, or maybe we're even now. You are away building houses for the starving homeless children of Mexico. And I'm dying. You never notice how much you love someone till they are gone. So maybe you're only gone for like 12 days. It's been 5 days. Another 7. No. I will not do it.
I just spent a lovely dinner. Listening to how all my dreams are stupid. How I must now find the money for school. Because who would pay $5000.00 tuition for a business degree. When I'm the next fucking Clive Davis $5000.00 won't seem like a lot. I don't care what you have to say. I love the city. I love it so much. If you find the right people. No where to be. I can do this. Then why does it seem like everything is in the way.
You should have left me your fucking scarf before you left. Not like you need it in Mexico. Yes I would sleep with it. I said it. Take that fuckers! I think I came to this realization one drunk night ago. It only seems more clear now since that other kid. Was all. Woah, sexual tension. Let's not go there. I have a neck eating scarf bitches!
Everything I know has been stomped on. What am I going to learn here in Calgary. Or in Prince George. About the music business. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. That's what. I need a job. A job that doesn't interfere. Like that's going to happen. You want me to get a job. She didn't need a job. Why cause you're rich friends paid her. Oh and because she was going to be an engineer. Not the next Clive Davis. No one wants me to babysit. You won't let me apply to deliver flyers. I think I'm going to go apply at a few places anyways. Before Friday nights adventure. I can't wait for Thursday. It's going to be good.
In conclusion. I miss you so much it's like you took my heart with you when you left. I just want to lean on your shoulder and fall asleep. Or I want to know that when I wake up in the morning. I'll be in our studio. Eating breakfast with you. I have to many thoughts in my heard. All my dreams and plans and goals were squashed in the amount of time dinner was over and dessert arrived. Ms. Johnston didn't believe me when I told her they didn't care. Can't wait for all the lies on April 7th. Should be a jolly good time.
I was by myself finally for maybe 30 seconds. When this song came on. I used to hate this song. The tears on my face now tell me otherwise...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qz7vGW2_5c0

Love,
Fatal habits, Broken Dreams, Waking up isn't all it seems...