[June 11, 2008]
[12:19 A.M.]
Today is a new day. This journal is gonna prove it. I am going back to the one thing that made me start this journal. The Music And Possibility Of Becoming What I Dream. I am done obsessing over Jess and if we are friends still, and will take it day by day and not let it take over me.
Yesterday I got up at about 11:00 AM. There was a envelope with "Justin" in cursive on my dresser. I was like "What the ****?!". I opened and almost came to tears when I was done. My dad apologizing and asking forgiveness for the last 5 years. He even wrote about time that meant so much to him, my getting my PRS and when I got my Mustang. And the times he thought we funny like my first wreck. He said he isn't sure what is wrong with me, but said if I need help his here. He also said he would do anything to help me get through music, and would be fine if I only go to Purdue next year and then drop out to pursue music career. I wrote a letter back to him and am gonna give it to him tomorrow after work.
This letter made me realize maybe music is my calling. I have written over 300 songs, in my life (only last 50 or so have had full lyrics). I even had a chance to record a solo album, but threw it all away. Right now I would be starting to record guitars, but no I am jamming with a band that is opposite of music I was gonna record. Its not a bad thing, but I think when I leave for college they will replace me. I am gonna talk to them about it this weekend. The singer did mention before if I get replaced it would be temp till I came back since I am one of the main writers of the songs. I am just worried. I don't know I am probably fine. Oh well.
I was told they are recommending me to supervisor for anger management or lose my job. I threw a wrench a couple hundred feet when I got mad today and threw a hammer down. I never use to be like this but the last month or so my emotions are wild. I don't want to lose my job, I love it.