we went to see modest mouse and the flaming lips last night. i listened to the 3 supporting bands and i felt nothing. i started to wonder if perheps my love of music had up and left me. then modest mouse came on stage. my pulse started to race and the excitement started to build. by the time the flaming lips played i felt so good i thought i might burst into tears. i think its safe to say that my love of music is still around.
i wasn't always happy. there was the depression and the everyday blues. now i'm happy most of the time. its so much easier to want other people to be happy when you are happy. and its so much nicer to be a better person.
4:24 p.m. - May 26, 2003
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