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i thought i was feeling artistic today but i can't even bring myself to look at a blank piece of paper. i can't even write my own thoughts down because they're too stupid to waste good paper on. today i just felt like a waste of space...like i was taking up oxygen for no apparent reason. sometimes i just feel useless. like all my attempts at good things seem like i'm waging a futile war against patheticness. i'm not winning...i'm straddling the line between just plain pathetic and maybe a little bit of mediocrity. sometimes i just don't see the point in trying so hard when you're destined for failure.