Mar 20, 2008 03:57
Man, I should be sleeping.
So very bitter. I'm fed up with the world around me.
I have nothing important to say, so I have no damn business trying to write anything at all.
Let's just face it, I'm a fucking bum with no damn life plan. I don't have a vision of what I want to be, so I've fallen into writing because I can't think of anything else I really enjoy.
And I even hate writing/editing sometimes.
I just sorta thought I had some sort of higher purpose. Like I was supposed to help other people in some way before I left this world.
I talk about everything I want to do and I never do the things I have to do. Everyone has things they have to do, and I somehow believed I could go through life doing exactly what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it. We're all slaves to the system.