Jared Nelson personal blog --SUNY New Paltz ThirdYear -- music maker
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just handed in my recital cd + evaluation. officially time to kill this hashtag
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holy shit i cannot juggle 5 bands and graduating college lol
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do not read past this point unless u wanna know too much about my family-
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long talk with dad and siblings tonight to air grievances and clear the air. found out my grandpa (who’s paying for my college) raped my mom, aunt, and grandma, that my mom cheated on my dad for years starting when i was like 8, and that i wasn’t told any of this until literally tonight.
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I thought my twenties would be a lot more exciting than me legitimately considering whether 4:30PM is too early to go to bed
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hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof
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i forgot to repost my mans here. the hawkeye comic is 5 years old… damn
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when people say my name im like. cant believe i exist
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I can’t believe that the government is watching our every move and yet they refused to warn me that I was about to walk into a Panera where THREE of my exes were working together.
Hey, the government? You could’ve texted me. You’ve got GPS; they’ve got their jobs on Facebook; I know you know we dated. You knew, you have the technology, and you just let me walk in there, make eye contact with them, and walk out without ordering anything. Fuck you. I hate this country.
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Serious talk about moving The Other Brothers entire operation to LA in June 2018 today… Doesn’t sound half bad tbh Time to start saving
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Jfc I’m so tired. I get 7 hours of sleep every night and it’s not enough. By 5pm, I’m ready to go back to bed. And I have more work to do by the end of the semester than I ever have. On top of that I feel horribly lonely, undervalued, and taken for granted. None of my friends seem to have any real interest in hearing me out. They’re all more concerned about how they feel in the moment. People are telling me all day that everything is gonna be fine, to get some rest. I need genuine compassion not a halfassed sort of sympathy. When was the last time someone actually asked me to hang out? I suppose it’s up to me to do that too, but don’t friendships work both ways? Every day I’m hearing of another thing my friends forgot to invite me to. But if someone needs a drummer they hit me up immediately. Idk maybe I’m over thinking but literally I’m in bed more than I’m not these days and it scares me because depression isn’t something I’m used to. I want to find a therapist but don’t want to waste my time if they’re not going to help. I feel like I’m drowning. Send love please.
*edit* I didn't feel this way when I was home for thanksgiving. Even if I should have because of all the changes happening back there, I still felt valued.
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