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i have been pleading for creativity lately and i can't seem to find it. i will sit in my living room half naked so i can endulge in some "naked agression" that i only take out on paper. i'm unsatisfied. i look at the product of my emotions as raw yet it doesn't seem to fit the way i naturally feel. i look onto these blurred faces and scattered images of god knows what...i reflect... i don't know what is going on. truly, i am having a hard time dealing with anything that resembles being completely pure. everything comes out jumbled and unrecognizable. i think i've programmed myself to feel certain ways and the result of that is utter chaos within me. i'm about to explode. i've been searching for an escape. i'm asking someone to get me out of this place. i don't care where it is, just as long as i can sit.... do some analysis of who i once thought i was and compare that to what i am now.