bruised

fingers

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the guitar intensive these past few days has killed the fingers on my left hand. and still i have not gained any new skills, nor gotten anywhere closer to learning that piece for foa. and it would be terribly embarrassing if i dont get the piece down. oh why am i not a pro guitarist.

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and if they cant be bothered, why force them. after all, i’m not the one taking part in the competition.

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i am at a loss. every day passes by like a dream. its as though im just waiting for the reality of all the things i need to do to hit me. and maybe then ill wake up. maybe then ill get started. but until then, i shall remain sedate, semi-conscious, sleepy and confused. 

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because you shouldnt matter.

Tags: guitar, history