Step Two: Go to the fucking doctor.
Step Three: Work my ass off.
Step Four: Try to do the "right" thing.
Step Five: Quit pushing certain people away.
Step Six: Get rid of those people who are weighing me down.
Everything else should come together if I can manage all that. Maybe not in that order.. But one thing should lead to another..
And in between all of this.. Shows.. Shows.. SHOWS!
Must have music to produce happy chemicals in the brain.
Im feeling strangely optomistic.
P.S. - Im one strong willed bitch. Sometimes.