Sep 07, 2004 23:31
i'm not sure how im doing
everymorning its what are you doing here? the stars dont even shine. the answer is there wouldnt be anything else that i would do. the laundry is noisy and the room is bland. and the streets are full of lost souls. its like a vortex.
its funny how routine things like showering and laundry and food shopping make me think of these things.
but thats just today, and yesterday.
tomorrow will be better. the days are easy, its fine in the day, its night time that really hurts. and its not homesickness either. its growing up.
my history of photo teacher said this today
"to be an artist you have to have an enormous ego, to put yourself out there, to think your good enough to be next to the greats, but you also have to have a deep insecurity, that you'll never be quite good enough, one that drives you to become better."
well the deep insecurtity is totally taking over, and i think i'll emerse myself in work to cope, hell knows i have enough work.
off to read homer, and probably further depress myself.