6-27-24

 Tomorrow is the big day. My company is sponsoring a major music festival. I am nervous and excited. I wanted my Mom to see this so badly. I wish she was here. She was so proud of me even when I was failing. I wanted her to see me actually succeed for once. This is a huge deal for me.

My goal tomorrow and Saturday is to make $100. That's it. A hundred dollars. If I can make a minimum of 100 dollars, I will consider the festival a success. I would obviously like to make much more than that. I have enough merch to sell to make 20 times that amount. But my goal is small. And achievable. I will make $100 tomorrow.

6-20-24

 Mom,

One of the last things you ever said to me was to keep writing. Here I am. I'm writing. I hope you can see this wherever you are. I hope you know how loved you were and are. I miss you every fucking day. The world isn't the same anymore without you in it. I really need you. I need you here. I need your guidance. I need your voice and your laugh and your sense of humor. I miss you so fucking much.