Ok, 2007 started out pretty good. I was gaining a lot of confidence, partying, meeting lots of people, having ridiculous love affairs, doing well at my job. Then by the end of summer, everything started becoming stale. My love interest seemed to think that I was hers no matter what. I was put in the relationship bank. I was a savings bond waiting to mature. Fuck that. That sparked all sorts of desire for change. Now I am tired of my job, I am tired of the Atlanta party scene. I am tired of always getting wasted, I am tired of not sharing my art with people, I am tired of worrying about what my roommate thinks of my music, tired of who I was.