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it is 11:56 and it is sunday night. i'm trying to stay awake for another hour. and right now, i am looking at this empty page. and i don't know what words to say. this journal has become increasingly difficult to write in.
i'm in a stage in my life where i want nothing more to partcipate, to be a part of the energy. i stopped getting excited and happy about the things i loved and lived for, but now the people that have become a part of the energy excite me.
i'm no longer satisfied with taking from a scene that has given me my life. i hope that some day i will be able to give back to the scene and hopefully with as much creativity and passion as others.
i'm in a stage in my life where i want nothing more to partcipate, to be a part of the energy. i stopped getting excited and happy about the things i loved and lived for, but now the people that have become a part of the energy excite me.
i'm no longer satisfied with taking from a scene that has given me my life. i hope that some day i will be able to give back to the scene and hopefully with as much creativity and passion as others.