I hate myself. I packed up all my stuff. I'm leaving Australia. I've had enough. I'm going to my home country. The United States.
*3 hours later*
I'm at the airport. I'm about to board the plane. I done. No one can stop me now. I'm going to get my record label I put hold to meet Jai.
*later that day*
I call my manager. "Hey I'm back in town. I'm ready to record my songs" I said
"Okay I'm at my house. Still have the room you decorated. And that studio in my basement" my manager said.
