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someday, when i'm all growed up, i'll be able to express myself artistically. i'll be able to say everything i want and use big, colorful, descriptive, evocative words and throw paint on a canvas and write songs about heartbreak and loss and human perserverance and perform dramatic reenactments of important moments in the lives of those dear to me. someday there will be a time when i am able to say something that i really want to say, when i'll have the courage and audacity and intestinal fortitude to relate to another human being what it is that means something to me. someday i won't keep speaking in vagaries and bland words, screaming and yelling and kicking at the walls of my head but still smiling through clenched, grinding teeth at a world that is indifferent to me. someday i will find communion, find peace, find something that means something - anything.
but, more likely than not, i won't.
you know, they should have some way to measure your melacholy when you sign on this fucker and make sure you don't make punch-drunk posts like this one. cue sarcastic comment from john....now!
but, more likely than not, i won't.
you know, they should have some way to measure your melacholy when you sign on this fucker and make sure you don't make punch-drunk posts like this one. cue sarcastic comment from john....now!