Danielle on pessimism
So, i used to be an optimist
the glass was always half full.
I could milk the final sips of every glass.
not any more.
I hope it's just a phase
I look back over the past few months:
everything seems pointless...
nobody reads these
im not dispersing pearls of wisdom.
im not helping others
or saving lives
everything over the past few months seems pointless
what means the world to me, means nothing to someone else
Unbridled feelings only lead to trouble.
pain leads to pain
sorrow to sorrow
distruction only to more distruction.
the endless wormhole of emptiness continues...
I know im blowing emotions out of proportions
i know people care about me
but looking at the scheme of things -- "why"
why?
hate breeds pain
lust breeds pain
love breeds pain
pain is extracted from all aspects of life
and i know that joy can also be squeezed from all experiences,
but i often fail to see it.
even the things that used to only bring excitement and pleasure
seems to serve as a pathway for throbbing ache
MUSIC = my one constant love in life
is accompanied by frustration and agrivating anger.
i feel insuficient in my voice and my music
what i write feels petty, insignificant and futile
--i look at the greats, the ones that inspire me
*Zeppelin
*The Ramones
*Red Hot Chili Peppers
*Janis Joplin
*Teitur
*Cole Porter
and countless others
Their words and voices resonate in me.
I am moved greatly by their work
and i look at my stuff, and it's only stuff
My emotions and pain are nowhere near theirs
I couldn't move others with my music
even if i could find the courage to share it...
BOOKS = i used to love reading
but each new book seems more pointless than the rest
untill i find one of the greats
and feel truely inspired by it
yet, i have to go through so many
'bad' books to get to the good ones.
DESIGNING = i love creating ideas in my head and allowing them to sprout into clothes
but i think about it
with every new shirt i make, i feel shittier about myself
there are children running around clotheless
and here i am drowning in uneccessary articles
i feel lousy
i really do hope that this is only a teenage agnsty phase that everyone goes through
people i care about
seem not to care about me
hmm...
ick
Dani
...
the glass was always half full.
I could milk the final sips of every glass.
not any more.
I hope it's just a phase
I look back over the past few months:
everything seems pointless...
nobody reads these
im not dispersing pearls of wisdom.
im not helping others
or saving lives
everything over the past few months seems pointless
what means the world to me, means nothing to someone else
Unbridled feelings only lead to trouble.
pain leads to pain
sorrow to sorrow
distruction only to more distruction.
the endless wormhole of emptiness continues...
I know im blowing emotions out of proportions
i know people care about me
but looking at the scheme of things -- "why"
why?
hate breeds pain
lust breeds pain
love breeds pain
pain is extracted from all aspects of life
and i know that joy can also be squeezed from all experiences,
but i often fail to see it.
even the things that used to only bring excitement and pleasure
seems to serve as a pathway for throbbing ache
MUSIC = my one constant love in life
is accompanied by frustration and agrivating anger.
i feel insuficient in my voice and my music
what i write feels petty, insignificant and futile
--i look at the greats, the ones that inspire me
*Zeppelin
*The Ramones
*Red Hot Chili Peppers
*Janis Joplin
*Teitur
*Cole Porter
and countless others
Their words and voices resonate in me.
I am moved greatly by their work
and i look at my stuff, and it's only stuff
My emotions and pain are nowhere near theirs
I couldn't move others with my music
even if i could find the courage to share it...
BOOKS = i used to love reading
but each new book seems more pointless than the rest
untill i find one of the greats
and feel truely inspired by it
yet, i have to go through so many
'bad' books to get to the good ones.
DESIGNING = i love creating ideas in my head and allowing them to sprout into clothes
but i think about it
with every new shirt i make, i feel shittier about myself
there are children running around clotheless
and here i am drowning in uneccessary articles
i feel lousy
i really do hope that this is only a teenage agnsty phase that everyone goes through
people i care about
seem not to care about me
hmm...
ick
Dani
...