Why am I so intrigued with my play counts? Say (All I Need) is leading the pack with 13.
I have canvases. I have paint. I want to paint. I want to make t-shirts again. I have a video camera; I want to make some movies. I want to make a comic book. I want to write one of my stories. I want to make music and finish an album. Realistically, I want to finish something. ANYTHING. Instead, I have books to read. Not the ones I want to read. The ones I have to read.
I want to die. Realistically, I want to run away. Somewhere far away. I want to stop going to school. I want to just work enough to support myself, and then do the things that I enjoy.
I need some achievable goals. I need to stop dreaming and start existing. I need something concrete to believe in again. I am still broken inside and at a lose for life.
I am lost, but I know where I'm going. I know where I will end up.
I am so damn sick of cover songs.
Somebody threaten my existence and force me back to work. I have the talent to be so much better then them, I just need more motivation.
18 spaces for 18 years of this garbage. Going on 19 soon.
I want piano lessons. And a piano. And a drum set.