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So this is the part where I put down how my summer's been going and all the updates that have happened.
Well that part has yet to be filled.
I feel almost unimportant, and well- useless- because I can't share with you guys the amazing celebrity I met while I was out some nights ago, or the award I just won for my skill, or any awesome life altering thing. It pains me more than it pains all of you, I'm sure.
But that's just it. My life hasn't altered. And I need it to.
Something's gotta be better than spending your days here, writing, and living in this reality that isn't good enough for me.
Yes I know...::GASP:: I put writing down as a burden this summer. And it is. I enoy writing, believe me, if I couldn't write...I'd DEFINITELY kill myself. But I find myself writing the same old shit and taking old ideas and just combining them for one story. I've lost my ability to create. And I NEED my creations to keep me going.
My writing is mediocre. It's just ... blah, now. But i will admit there was this one night where I found it alive again. Back to it's imagery and passion and life. There's something missing from my work and it shows. Just like there's something missing from my life.
Called Beth, no answer again. I think she sees my name on caller ID and refuses to pick up. There's no use with that. It's all a black hole. Really. When has anything that I've had a secreting passion for ever turn out wonderfully? (retorical. in fact, the absense of the answer is essentially...the answer.)
Waiting for my ZD DvD. If you don't understand, you don't want to. haha, And that might be my high-point of the week, taking in observance of how my weeks have been going.
I need to meet you. I WANT to meet you. With you there is the glimmer of hope that over there is where I should be. That over there is where I'm headed. That I'll succeed with you as my strength. My base. You are the one to show me that there's an incredible life outside this imprisoned mountain valley.
I'm off to start that pesky reading assignment some school dared to assign everyone over the summer. As if our brains aren't growing enough by living and observing the life around us, we need to to be demanded to read books, as if that will help us grow. Reading was always better than experiancing, rite?
Who am I kidding? I do love to read. Sometimes, I wish it wasn't so forced. Sometimes, I wish it didn't have to be forced. Okay.
To your dreams, may they bring you more dreams and keep you striving for that next level.
Well that part has yet to be filled.
I feel almost unimportant, and well- useless- because I can't share with you guys the amazing celebrity I met while I was out some nights ago, or the award I just won for my skill, or any awesome life altering thing. It pains me more than it pains all of you, I'm sure.
But that's just it. My life hasn't altered. And I need it to.
Something's gotta be better than spending your days here, writing, and living in this reality that isn't good enough for me.
Yes I know...::GASP:: I put writing down as a burden this summer. And it is. I enoy writing, believe me, if I couldn't write...I'd DEFINITELY kill myself. But I find myself writing the same old shit and taking old ideas and just combining them for one story. I've lost my ability to create. And I NEED my creations to keep me going.
My writing is mediocre. It's just ... blah, now. But i will admit there was this one night where I found it alive again. Back to it's imagery and passion and life. There's something missing from my work and it shows. Just like there's something missing from my life.
Called Beth, no answer again. I think she sees my name on caller ID and refuses to pick up. There's no use with that. It's all a black hole. Really. When has anything that I've had a secreting passion for ever turn out wonderfully? (retorical. in fact, the absense of the answer is essentially...the answer.)
Waiting for my ZD DvD. If you don't understand, you don't want to. haha, And that might be my high-point of the week, taking in observance of how my weeks have been going.
I need to meet you. I WANT to meet you. With you there is the glimmer of hope that over there is where I should be. That over there is where I'm headed. That I'll succeed with you as my strength. My base. You are the one to show me that there's an incredible life outside this imprisoned mountain valley.
I'm off to start that pesky reading assignment some school dared to assign everyone over the summer. As if our brains aren't growing enough by living and observing the life around us, we need to to be demanded to read books, as if that will help us grow. Reading was always better than experiancing, rite?
Who am I kidding? I do love to read. Sometimes, I wish it wasn't so forced. Sometimes, I wish it didn't have to be forced. Okay.
To your dreams, may they bring you more dreams and keep you striving for that next level.