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i constantly feel like im looking at great things other people do and thinking, "Hey, i can do that"
which i attempt to replicate them, but call it my own, all the time trying to shadow them, but better, and becoming unsatisfied with my results, because thats not really me. and become depressed and in questioning on everything until i find something new that i fancy, and attempt that with failure.
the people that do great things, i believe, dont look at other peoples work, but look into their own soul, either purposely or thats just of their inner workings, and have always had these great things in them.
its like i try too hard, attempt too much, and look too hard. i say i dont care but i listen intently. i am constantly trying to figure out how to just let go, let my inners freely flow to the surface and actually and honestly just become myself. i have always felt like i have some great potential for something, and until its out i will never feel complete. im afraid to die, because im afraid of keeping this trapped inside me, but how do i get it out? let myself live.
a photographer
an artist
tattoo
musician
sports
blah blah blah this swirling mist of annoyed mystery and conscienceness that haunts me
which i attempt to replicate them, but call it my own, all the time trying to shadow them, but better, and becoming unsatisfied with my results, because thats not really me. and become depressed and in questioning on everything until i find something new that i fancy, and attempt that with failure.
the people that do great things, i believe, dont look at other peoples work, but look into their own soul, either purposely or thats just of their inner workings, and have always had these great things in them.
its like i try too hard, attempt too much, and look too hard. i say i dont care but i listen intently. i am constantly trying to figure out how to just let go, let my inners freely flow to the surface and actually and honestly just become myself. i have always felt like i have some great potential for something, and until its out i will never feel complete. im afraid to die, because im afraid of keeping this trapped inside me, but how do i get it out? let myself live.
a photographer
an artist
tattoo
musician
sports
blah blah blah this swirling mist of annoyed mystery and conscienceness that haunts me