Since my last entry, I have come mostly out of my debt. I worked at a cute breakfast joint in Portsmouth that made me feel like I was working in Europe. I was happy there and then got fired after two weeks. I then picked up a job in Newmarket washing dishes. It's not bad because I work with nice and awesome people. It's still washing dishes though.

I broke up with Maggie and am a miserable human being right now.

I'm just sick of it here! I'm sick of drinking every night but can't control it. I'm sick of shitty bands and not practicing whenever I want. I'm sick of shitty neighbors that don't let me play drums past 7pm. I'm sick of 'bluegrass nights' at the Stone Church and Barley Pub. I'm sick of people asking me to do things that I think are boring. I'm sick of thinking about how I am not in school and how fucked I am financially. I'm sick of the tension between me and my friends.

And I know that simply moving to another place won't fix anything. I know this! I know this! But, I think it would help.

I'm in a drought of creative energy, passion, ambition and hope. AND I DON'T KNOW WHY! I live with the greatest, most open and compassionate people I know.

And the funny thing is that I know and understand that I am taking this life for granted.

What do I do?