You read it here first: I’m doing a total 180 (just for now) and working on my second album. Three songs already done, three in progress, and some more I’ll pick from my old songbooks. I’m expecting an awesome release.
Me: It might be better for my friend to drive here [for Halloween], but I just really want to make that drive.
Sis: If you want to make an eight-hour drive, why not drive up here?
I feel like I’m in a loop.
I can barely feed myself because my job doesn’t pay me enough. My job doesn’t pay me enough because they don’t believe I’m working to my full potential due to my hypoglycemia. I can’t treat my hypoglycemia because I can barely feed myself.
I don’t know what to do.