April 30, 2005
[correspondence] 4:53 AM
I'm so very, very, far behind on my emailing. I have letters, very long nice letters from old friends sitting in my inbox to this day awaiting a reply. Well thought-out, intelligent, replies that they are owed need to be written. I keep putting them off tho, becaue I'm selfish, and I'm exhausted. I'm not quite sure when it was ever so hard to be "me," and when that statement was ever so absurd.
I've got it good bordering on great, but it's exhausting me, and I feel as though some of my friendships are suffering.
If I stay up too late, I become aware of it by increasing self-loathing levels.
The fact of the matter is, that of all my travels in life, looking back on them, I was supposed to be where I was at that time. Sometimes I have some bad days in LA. Sometimes I'm very lonely, and sometimes I'm happiest when I'm alone.
It's all about perception really. Trouble is, perception is never consistent and is always evolving.
If I stay up too late, I become aware of it by thinking of things like this.
I'm sorry I suck at writing letters, and if it's possible I think my love for everyone I know has only grown in the last few months. Too bad I refuse the form letter, and want to write long replies to everyone.
This Life • Martha Wainwright
odd. remember that letter I sent you that you never got? I got it back. Seems the post office didn't enjoy "agent kyle".
Posted by: jaime at April 30, 2005 8:25 AMI think they didn't enjoy the ANTHRAX, Jaime.
(And really, Ky-- good on ya for being busy. Life just gets that way sometimes. Like most rock stars, however, I highly recommend that you get yourself a personal assistant to reply to your fanmail and send out personally signed 8x10 photos of you.)
Posted by: Jason at April 30, 2005 11:11 PM
