Well, two days till the 18th. One year. I tried calling him today, but no one was home. I can't take this. I need an answer. Right Now. Anyways, work is harsh. School is harsh. Life is harsh. You know what's good right now? Music. Music's always there, and that's good. Where the hell would I be without music? Probably dead. Two damn days. After that? After now? I don't even know, but it's not up to me anymore.