Inspiration, or lack there of.
My birthday is tomorrow. Why? Why does it have to be now? This whole month has been such a rollercoaster, I can't even bring myself to try to explain. It's been such an explosion of confusion, and an empty blank wall ends up, always. However, I have found out who my true friends are, I just wish they could inspire me like the crazy asshole ones did. Maybe that's why I kept them in my life for so long in the first place; to keep my creative anger juices flowing. Hm. Do I always have to feel angry to be inspired? I feel so blank. If I'm living life for the moment and the way I want it, then why don't I feel happy on the inside? I want to, so why can't I? But such is life I suppose, and everything is temporary. Nothing lasts forever. This will be over soon.
I just wanted to let you know I still think about you everyday.
PS: I fucking hate FORD!!! Expecially Broncos!