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What would it be like if someone was to ask you how you're doing, and you're response was, "Pretty fucked up, u?"
Well, aren't you gonna ask me how I'm doing? (I already answered it.)
I believe that artists, especially, are put through so much sh*t in their lives in order to be inspired to create works of art. I guess it only makes sense, because fairy tales get stale after so long, and the memories of pain is more piercing. People have an easier time resonating with misery.
I think it freaking sucks to be dealt w/ such unbelievably terrible cards. If it were as simple as facing these trials and tribulations all alone in order to write better music, go for it. I'm game. But the second it effects others around me, especially those who don't deserve the whiplash, it's just not fair.
I'm feeling like crawling into a hole. I don't wanna go to school tomorrow and face everybody. I dunno why I make the decisions I make. I dunno why I put myself out there and then regret. I'm not supposed to regret, it's not how I live my life. My courage speaks so loudly, and then abandons me the minute it senses fear, endangerment, vulnerability. I can't seem to motivate myself to be a better person, have a better work ethic, be more efficient w/ my time, make better decisions, pick and choose my battles.
*sigh*...time to face my dreams yet another night in preparation for tomorrow. I'm fucking miserable.
Much love,
~Kimbo~
Well, aren't you gonna ask me how I'm doing? (I already answered it.)
I believe that artists, especially, are put through so much sh*t in their lives in order to be inspired to create works of art. I guess it only makes sense, because fairy tales get stale after so long, and the memories of pain is more piercing. People have an easier time resonating with misery.
I think it freaking sucks to be dealt w/ such unbelievably terrible cards. If it were as simple as facing these trials and tribulations all alone in order to write better music, go for it. I'm game. But the second it effects others around me, especially those who don't deserve the whiplash, it's just not fair.
I'm feeling like crawling into a hole. I don't wanna go to school tomorrow and face everybody. I dunno why I make the decisions I make. I dunno why I put myself out there and then regret. I'm not supposed to regret, it's not how I live my life. My courage speaks so loudly, and then abandons me the minute it senses fear, endangerment, vulnerability. I can't seem to motivate myself to be a better person, have a better work ethic, be more efficient w/ my time, make better decisions, pick and choose my battles.
*sigh*...time to face my dreams yet another night in preparation for tomorrow. I'm fucking miserable.
Much love,
~Kimbo~