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mywordsaremyfaith
Want to know what I hate about my life right now? Well actually there is more than one thing, but the main thing I hate about my life right now is that fact that I live in New Zealand. If I could live anywhere else right now it would be Australia. Not only are some of my favourite people in the world there, but one of my friend’s band, whom I undeniably love, are on a tour. I’d kill to be able to go to one of their shows. Not only that, I’d kill to be surrounded by people whom I love and who actually understood me. The shows would just be a perk of the friendship.
It didn’t help that Bec kept a blog (I read it like it was the very oxygen I needed to breathe), and Megan had been to a few shows, this just meant that I lived vicariously through them and just wished that I had been there. It didn’t help that I adored the band and their music, I think I was just as desperate to see them live as I was one of the ‘famous’ bands that I loved. My life was a sad series of wishing I was somewhere else.
I couldn’t see them live though, I lived miles away, I had no money, and international road trips were not something my mother would at all approve of. I might be 20, I might be an adult, but no matter what age you are, there are still ways for your mother to rule your life, or at least my mother would always find a way to rule mine. Sure she might be my mother, but that did not mean that I always had to like her. Sure, I’d always have that family love for her, but I would not at all still like her. Sometimes I just couldn’t stand the things that she does, especially the things involving me, or anything about me.
The fact that one of my best friends was in a band that was popular enough to have a tour around Australia made me realize how boring my life was in comparison. I mean, I wasn’t in a van with four other guys driving around the country playing music to crowds of people. Instead of being interesting like that, I was sitting here in front of my computer wishing. All I ever did was wish.
My computer beeped before me, the screen flashing with messages.
Bec says: Mon Mon!!!!!
Moni says: OMG hey!!!!
Bec says: How’s you?
Moni says: good, how are you? OMG it has been forever!
Bec says: I know, I blame a certain someone. –glares at Jack-
Bec says: I am good, tired, but good. We stayed out late last night for said evil person’s birthday.
Moni says: LOL
Moni says: sounds like fun. I wish I had of been there, I’m sure it would have been a blast. And don’t blame Jack, he didn’t choose his day of birth.
Bec says: it was a bit of fun. There was a food fight, and a few other things that we will never relive or mention, legal obligations and what not....
Moni says: LOL
Moni says: so how’s the tour going?
Bec says: good, but it is sooooooo tiring, OMG I don’t think I’ve slept for like a month. Also, living with boys can get a bit awkward, especially when it’s ‘that time of month’.
Moni says: that would suck, not to mention be so awkward.
Bec says: yeah, oh fuck, I have to go love. Sorry but the battery is about to die and we are still at least three hours from the motel.
Moni says: it’s okay, I’m happy to know you’re still alive.
Bec says: I love you girl. I miss you heaps too.
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I sighed to myself. A few seconds was better than nothing right?
It felt like we were never getting the chance to talk anymore. We used to talk every night, but these days, I was lucky if I got five minutes. I understood that it was hard to find the time, and mix that with our time difference and it was hard to ever make it work, but back in the day it was easy. Now that everyone was getting loves and growing up it was becoming hard, I felt like everything was changing except me and I was going to be left behind.
searchingtheskies
...Cause I’m still breathing, though we’ve been dead for a while
This sickness has no cure...
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and focused on the road ahead of me. The music was blasting loudly in my ears, loud enough to make sure that I don’t fall asleep, and loud enough to make sure that I couldn’t really think about anything other than driving.
...We’re going down for sure
Already lost grip, best abandon ship...
I would have been singing if all the others hadn’t been asleep. It was one of those things I did to calm myself down, to relax; it was like my own form of therapy. It would also help me pass the time.
Tonight it was just me and the road, all the boys were asleep, so I had to entertain myself. It was a long drive to the next town we were playing in. The greatest thing about being on this tour right now was the fact that we had organized it, we had made it, no label, no record company, and we did it. There was a huge sense of accomplishment that followed that. Well, maybe I didn’t organize it, because if I had I think I would have made the schedule a hell of a lot more user friendly. Sure the venues were shitty, but the crowds were fantastic. Sure, we had to crew, but we could set up and pack up easily. These were the times that were going to either make us or break us as a band and so far I loved every single minute of it, smelly van, boys and all.
We had spent weeks on the road, hell, even a few months now, rocking up to venues, rocking out and moving on. It was like a marathon, and we were all starting to get tired, but it was like a drug. Touring was like an addictive drug, in the beginning it was all amazing highs and fun, by the end it is still fun, but the high isn’t as good and it is taking a toll on your body. This tour was sure as hell taking a toll on us all, even those of us who were not even on tour.
To say I missed my friends was an understatement. I barely functioned without them, and now I found myself barely being able to talk to them. The feeling was like being left outside all alone. There was nothing else to it but simply missing home. Being nothing but homesick.
“Hey, you want me to drive for a while?” I turned to the source of the voice. It was Jack, the self proclaimed guitarist extraordinaire. I don’t know how he had turned the music off without me knowing, but I guess in a past life he was a Ninja.
“Nah” I replied. “I’m okay.”
“You look tired” he said climbing into the front passenger seat. It was amazing how much your body accommodated to its living confines. We had all become able bodied and more than capable of twisting our way through even the most awkward of spaces, or even sleeping in the most awkward of places. We were prime examples of adapting to the situation. I just shrugged in response.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked. Jack had taken the place of my closest friends as the person I talked to. He and I were definitely the closest of anyone in the group, he was almost filling the role of my big brother, but no one would ever take that away from my real brother.
“As usual” I shrugged. It was no secret that I had trouble sleeping. My general mood in the morning was the biggest giveaway, although I still maintain that I am just not a morning person.
“Well can you at least let me drive, I’ve slept” he replied. “It’s a safety issue.” I rolled my eyes, he was always concerned. “Please?” he mock pleaded. “I am currently enjoying my life and I kind of don’t want to die just yet.”
After some more constant nagging, I finally gave in and let him drive. It was good; it meant that I didn’t have to concentrate on the thought of driving anymore. I sat in the passenger seat with my head resting on the window, watching the dark countryside pass us by.
“Are you okay?” asked Jack, all playful tones gone from his voice. I knew it was time for a serious conversation, I just didn’t really feel like talking.
“Yeah, I guess I am just homesick” I shrugged. It was true, I was missing my friends more than ever, and I was even missing my parents. Shock horror.
“Yeah, I’m a little the same” he replied. “I know” he added rolling his eyes, “it does nothing for my tough guy image, so if you go around telling everyone I can no longer be your friend and we will be forced to be sworn enemies forever.”
“Your secret is safe with me” I laughed. In truth, no matter what was going on or however I was feeling, Jack seemed to be the only one who could cheer me up appropriately. He never went too far, and he ignored the topic when he needed too, but when he thought it was needed, he hit the topic head on. He was like a best friend to me, without the years of bonding and getting to know each other.
beani19
Stupid boys! Why did God have to create such senseless, emotionally devoid creatures? Why? Of course they do say that men were the practise run and women were the final product, but that’s an entirely different argument. Boys, one minute the relationship is going great, it is all smooth sailing, the next he rips out my heart and tells me it’s not working, it’s him not me and that I deserve better. I gave him so much of my life, so much, and he gave me nothing in return. Nothing. What a fucking jerk, and to think that I had thought that we could have had a future. He turns around and pushes my life upside down. Fuck.
It was times like these that I felt blessed that I had the girls. Those three stupidly funny and fantastic girls, they were the ones that were always there for me through thick and thin. I just didn’t know how I was going to tell them that we had broken up, I mean, it was still a shock to me. I really didn’t know what to do, or even how to feel.
mywordsaremyfaith
I hated my job; there was no other way to put it. Sure hate is a strong word, but it’s the only word that fits. I hated my job. It was one mindlessly numbing activity after another, not to mention the fact that I had to deal with absolute assholes all day. Fuck! It’s not like it would even be easy to find another one that I like, there is a not a lot of jobs available right now. If anything, any other job would be a step backwards and I wasn’t about to go backwards.
All I really wanted was a plane ticket to Australia; I wouldn’t even care if it was one way. A change would be good for me; a change is what I needed, a change is what I wanted. But fuck, change was hard to make happen.
If my job wasn’t stressful enough, I had to come home to a house where my mother was in one of her ‘moods’. That meant that she was on the war path and there would be no doubt that I was the one who would be in the firing line. It was days like these when all I really wanted to do was escape, I wanted to drop everything and just run away. I didn’t want to be here, I didn’t want to be part of this anymore. I almost didn’t even want to exist.
Email from searchingtheskies to mywordsaremyfaith on Tuesday 23-09-2008
Hey MonMon,
Sorry that our last conversation was cut so short, I really needed to hit the hay. Not that I slept well anyway. It is seriously like sleep is my constant enemy, I can never seem to get enough of it, and then when there is that rare time when I actually can sleep, I get too much of it. Either way it doesn’t stop the feeling of me being exhausted.
Of course tour is going great, I mean, how can it not be?
I miss you guys like crazy. I really miss being able to talk to my girls every night. I never thought I’d say this, but I actually miss my family too. I’ve been so homesick of late, or at least that’s what I think it is. I have been feeling a little down, but nothing too different from normal. I am just kind of worried that maybe, at this important part in my life, just when the band has started to take off, that things are going to fall apart and I am about to go downhill.
I’m sorry to dump all that on you, but you know, I thought you’d at least understand where I am coming from. Hopefully. And then you could tell me that I am not crazy or a freak.
Jack is telling me that it is normal and that it’s okay to feel this way, but God, I love the boy, but I wish you guys were here. Somehow I think that would make me feel a little better. It just means that I have to become stupidly famous so that I can always take you guys on tour with me. Wouldn’t that just be awesome? There I go dreaming away again.
So of course, I know that you’re not up at this stupid time. I am only awake because I can’t sleep.
Jack is currently driving; he kicked me out of the driver’s seat when he saw that I was tired. Truthfully I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t put my life in my hands either, especially when it comes to driving. There is a reason I never choose to be the designated driver.....EVER.
Argh! I crave female company! I am not ashamed to admit it. I mean, I spend the majority of the day in a van with four other boys. I NEED FEMALES BACK IN MY LIFE, THE TESTOSTERONE IS OVERWHELMING!!!
Anyway, I guess I should try to sleep. Sorry for the pointlessness and vagueness and the lateness, I just wanted to let you know I’m still alive and use my time procrastinating sleep.
I love you.
-B.
I just stared at the screen blankly. No matter how many times I read it, I still couldn’t compute it all with the background noise of my mother and sister fighting. God I wish they would just give it a rest, but I know that if I get involved my life will be at risk. They’ll both turn on me and just start telling me how selfish and useless I am, how I am no help and my life is going nowhere.
I blocked them out with the best of my ability and re-read the email that I had read at least 3 times already. I missed Becca, really I did, and it was kind of a thrill to get an email from her, no matter the slight alarming quality to the content.
Want to know what I hate about my life right now? Well actually there is more than one thing, but the main thing I hate about my life right now is that fact that I live in New Zealand. If I could live anywhere else right now it would be Australia. Not only are some of my favourite people in the world there, but one of my friend’s band, whom I undeniably love, are on a tour. I’d kill to be able to go to one of their shows. Not only that, I’d kill to be surrounded by people whom I love and who actually understood me. The shows would just be a perk of the friendship.
It didn’t help that Bec kept a blog (I read it like it was the very oxygen I needed to breathe), and Megan had been to a few shows, this just meant that I lived vicariously through them and just wished that I had been there. It didn’t help that I adored the band and their music, I think I was just as desperate to see them live as I was one of the ‘famous’ bands that I loved. My life was a sad series of wishing I was somewhere else.
I couldn’t see them live though, I lived miles away, I had no money, and international road trips were not something my mother would at all approve of. I might be 20, I might be an adult, but no matter what age you are, there are still ways for your mother to rule your life, or at least my mother would always find a way to rule mine. Sure she might be my mother, but that did not mean that I always had to like her. Sure, I’d always have that family love for her, but I would not at all still like her. Sometimes I just couldn’t stand the things that she does, especially the things involving me, or anything about me.
The fact that one of my best friends was in a band that was popular enough to have a tour around Australia made me realize how boring my life was in comparison. I mean, I wasn’t in a van with four other guys driving around the country playing music to crowds of people. Instead of being interesting like that, I was sitting here in front of my computer wishing. All I ever did was wish.
My computer beeped before me, the screen flashing with messages.
Bec says: Mon Mon!!!!!
Moni says: OMG hey!!!!
Bec says: How’s you?
Moni says: good, how are you? OMG it has been forever!
Bec says: I know, I blame a certain someone. –glares at Jack-
Bec says: I am good, tired, but good. We stayed out late last night for said evil person’s birthday.
Moni says: LOL
Moni says: sounds like fun. I wish I had of been there, I’m sure it would have been a blast. And don’t blame Jack, he didn’t choose his day of birth.
Bec says: it was a bit of fun. There was a food fight, and a few other things that we will never relive or mention, legal obligations and what not....
Moni says: LOL
Moni says: so how’s the tour going?
Bec says: good, but it is sooooooo tiring, OMG I don’t think I’ve slept for like a month. Also, living with boys can get a bit awkward, especially when it’s ‘that time of month’.
Moni says: that would suck, not to mention be so awkward.
Bec says: yeah, oh fuck, I have to go love. Sorry but the battery is about to die and we are still at least three hours from the motel.
Moni says: it’s okay, I’m happy to know you’re still alive.
Bec says: I love you girl. I miss you heaps too.
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I sighed to myself. A few seconds was better than nothing right?
It felt like we were never getting the chance to talk anymore. We used to talk every night, but these days, I was lucky if I got five minutes. I understood that it was hard to find the time, and mix that with our time difference and it was hard to ever make it work, but back in the day it was easy. Now that everyone was getting loves and growing up it was becoming hard, I felt like everything was changing except me and I was going to be left behind.
searchingtheskies
...Cause I’m still breathing, though we’ve been dead for a while
This sickness has no cure...
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel and focused on the road ahead of me. The music was blasting loudly in my ears, loud enough to make sure that I don’t fall asleep, and loud enough to make sure that I couldn’t really think about anything other than driving.
...We’re going down for sure
Already lost grip, best abandon ship...
I would have been singing if all the others hadn’t been asleep. It was one of those things I did to calm myself down, to relax; it was like my own form of therapy. It would also help me pass the time.
Tonight it was just me and the road, all the boys were asleep, so I had to entertain myself. It was a long drive to the next town we were playing in. The greatest thing about being on this tour right now was the fact that we had organized it, we had made it, no label, no record company, and we did it. There was a huge sense of accomplishment that followed that. Well, maybe I didn’t organize it, because if I had I think I would have made the schedule a hell of a lot more user friendly. Sure the venues were shitty, but the crowds were fantastic. Sure, we had to crew, but we could set up and pack up easily. These were the times that were going to either make us or break us as a band and so far I loved every single minute of it, smelly van, boys and all.
We had spent weeks on the road, hell, even a few months now, rocking up to venues, rocking out and moving on. It was like a marathon, and we were all starting to get tired, but it was like a drug. Touring was like an addictive drug, in the beginning it was all amazing highs and fun, by the end it is still fun, but the high isn’t as good and it is taking a toll on your body. This tour was sure as hell taking a toll on us all, even those of us who were not even on tour.
To say I missed my friends was an understatement. I barely functioned without them, and now I found myself barely being able to talk to them. The feeling was like being left outside all alone. There was nothing else to it but simply missing home. Being nothing but homesick.
“Hey, you want me to drive for a while?” I turned to the source of the voice. It was Jack, the self proclaimed guitarist extraordinaire. I don’t know how he had turned the music off without me knowing, but I guess in a past life he was a Ninja.
“Nah” I replied. “I’m okay.”
“You look tired” he said climbing into the front passenger seat. It was amazing how much your body accommodated to its living confines. We had all become able bodied and more than capable of twisting our way through even the most awkward of spaces, or even sleeping in the most awkward of places. We were prime examples of adapting to the situation. I just shrugged in response.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked. Jack had taken the place of my closest friends as the person I talked to. He and I were definitely the closest of anyone in the group, he was almost filling the role of my big brother, but no one would ever take that away from my real brother.
“As usual” I shrugged. It was no secret that I had trouble sleeping. My general mood in the morning was the biggest giveaway, although I still maintain that I am just not a morning person.
“Well can you at least let me drive, I’ve slept” he replied. “It’s a safety issue.” I rolled my eyes, he was always concerned. “Please?” he mock pleaded. “I am currently enjoying my life and I kind of don’t want to die just yet.”
After some more constant nagging, I finally gave in and let him drive. It was good; it meant that I didn’t have to concentrate on the thought of driving anymore. I sat in the passenger seat with my head resting on the window, watching the dark countryside pass us by.
“Are you okay?” asked Jack, all playful tones gone from his voice. I knew it was time for a serious conversation, I just didn’t really feel like talking.
“Yeah, I guess I am just homesick” I shrugged. It was true, I was missing my friends more than ever, and I was even missing my parents. Shock horror.
“Yeah, I’m a little the same” he replied. “I know” he added rolling his eyes, “it does nothing for my tough guy image, so if you go around telling everyone I can no longer be your friend and we will be forced to be sworn enemies forever.”
“Your secret is safe with me” I laughed. In truth, no matter what was going on or however I was feeling, Jack seemed to be the only one who could cheer me up appropriately. He never went too far, and he ignored the topic when he needed too, but when he thought it was needed, he hit the topic head on. He was like a best friend to me, without the years of bonding and getting to know each other.
beani19
Stupid boys! Why did God have to create such senseless, emotionally devoid creatures? Why? Of course they do say that men were the practise run and women were the final product, but that’s an entirely different argument. Boys, one minute the relationship is going great, it is all smooth sailing, the next he rips out my heart and tells me it’s not working, it’s him not me and that I deserve better. I gave him so much of my life, so much, and he gave me nothing in return. Nothing. What a fucking jerk, and to think that I had thought that we could have had a future. He turns around and pushes my life upside down. Fuck.
It was times like these that I felt blessed that I had the girls. Those three stupidly funny and fantastic girls, they were the ones that were always there for me through thick and thin. I just didn’t know how I was going to tell them that we had broken up, I mean, it was still a shock to me. I really didn’t know what to do, or even how to feel.
mywordsaremyfaith
I hated my job; there was no other way to put it. Sure hate is a strong word, but it’s the only word that fits. I hated my job. It was one mindlessly numbing activity after another, not to mention the fact that I had to deal with absolute assholes all day. Fuck! It’s not like it would even be easy to find another one that I like, there is a not a lot of jobs available right now. If anything, any other job would be a step backwards and I wasn’t about to go backwards.
All I really wanted was a plane ticket to Australia; I wouldn’t even care if it was one way. A change would be good for me; a change is what I needed, a change is what I wanted. But fuck, change was hard to make happen.
If my job wasn’t stressful enough, I had to come home to a house where my mother was in one of her ‘moods’. That meant that she was on the war path and there would be no doubt that I was the one who would be in the firing line. It was days like these when all I really wanted to do was escape, I wanted to drop everything and just run away. I didn’t want to be here, I didn’t want to be part of this anymore. I almost didn’t even want to exist.
Email from searchingtheskies to mywordsaremyfaith on Tuesday 23-09-2008
Hey MonMon,
Sorry that our last conversation was cut so short, I really needed to hit the hay. Not that I slept well anyway. It is seriously like sleep is my constant enemy, I can never seem to get enough of it, and then when there is that rare time when I actually can sleep, I get too much of it. Either way it doesn’t stop the feeling of me being exhausted.
Of course tour is going great, I mean, how can it not be?
I miss you guys like crazy. I really miss being able to talk to my girls every night. I never thought I’d say this, but I actually miss my family too. I’ve been so homesick of late, or at least that’s what I think it is. I have been feeling a little down, but nothing too different from normal. I am just kind of worried that maybe, at this important part in my life, just when the band has started to take off, that things are going to fall apart and I am about to go downhill.
I’m sorry to dump all that on you, but you know, I thought you’d at least understand where I am coming from. Hopefully. And then you could tell me that I am not crazy or a freak.
Jack is telling me that it is normal and that it’s okay to feel this way, but God, I love the boy, but I wish you guys were here. Somehow I think that would make me feel a little better. It just means that I have to become stupidly famous so that I can always take you guys on tour with me. Wouldn’t that just be awesome? There I go dreaming away again.
So of course, I know that you’re not up at this stupid time. I am only awake because I can’t sleep.
Jack is currently driving; he kicked me out of the driver’s seat when he saw that I was tired. Truthfully I don’t blame him. I wouldn’t put my life in my hands either, especially when it comes to driving. There is a reason I never choose to be the designated driver.....EVER.
Argh! I crave female company! I am not ashamed to admit it. I mean, I spend the majority of the day in a van with four other boys. I NEED FEMALES BACK IN MY LIFE, THE TESTOSTERONE IS OVERWHELMING!!!
Anyway, I guess I should try to sleep. Sorry for the pointlessness and vagueness and the lateness, I just wanted to let you know I’m still alive and use my time procrastinating sleep.
I love you.
-B.
I just stared at the screen blankly. No matter how many times I read it, I still couldn’t compute it all with the background noise of my mother and sister fighting. God I wish they would just give it a rest, but I know that if I get involved my life will be at risk. They’ll both turn on me and just start telling me how selfish and useless I am, how I am no help and my life is going nowhere.
I blocked them out with the best of my ability and re-read the email that I had read at least 3 times already. I missed Becca, really I did, and it was kind of a thrill to get an email from her, no matter the slight alarming quality to the content.
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