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I've forgotten who I am supposed to be.
I used to know these things. They were simple.
I knew that I would make a beautiful album, or write a good novel, or even star in an independant film that I wrote. And maybe that many people wouldn't watch it; but the ones who saw it would love it and know that it was good and know that I was adding something somewhat significant to this world.
But now I'm old (27) and washed up, and my washboard abs (ha) aren't what the once were. Not that I ever wanted to be Britney, or even neccessarily the Anti Britney. I just wanted to find my own niche to share my vision.
But I lost my vision.
Somewhere along the way I dropped it, and instead of taking the time to search for what I'd lost, I just kept cruising.
I used to know these things. They were simple.
I knew that I would make a beautiful album, or write a good novel, or even star in an independant film that I wrote. And maybe that many people wouldn't watch it; but the ones who saw it would love it and know that it was good and know that I was adding something somewhat significant to this world.
But now I'm old (27) and washed up, and my washboard abs (ha) aren't what the once were. Not that I ever wanted to be Britney, or even neccessarily the Anti Britney. I just wanted to find my own niche to share my vision.
But I lost my vision.
Somewhere along the way I dropped it, and instead of taking the time to search for what I'd lost, I just kept cruising.