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Today was a waste. I slept and ate and watched TV. I haven't watched TV in many many days. I guess I just got to that point of boredom where ANYTHING will do. I am so sick of sitting on the couch watching reruns of The Simpsons that I have seen eight million times. So then why do I still find myself doing it? It definitely cannot do anything good for that creative spark inside me that seems to have died completely over the past couple months. I want to just be able to sit down and write something beautiful. But it is a rare event. Looking back on all these things I have written that I once thought were so good (or at least half way decent)...songs, short stories, poems......I am realizing that none of it is as good as I ever thought it was. Perhaps it is the wear of time. Or maybe the writer/artist/creator just is not meant to be able to appreciate whatever it is he has created.
I kind of hope it's the second one....but I think I am leaning toward the first or maybe somewhere in between the two.
The Jungle got ten times more depressing than it already was.
I kind of hope it's the second one....but I think I am leaning toward the first or maybe somewhere in between the two.
The Jungle got ten times more depressing than it already was.