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So i was sitting on my bed......thinking of how ironic it is that I want to be depressed and tortued like an artist and create something spectacular. anyting worthwhile i think was done when i was depressed or the like. I have this dreams of doing something epic, something artistic thats FANTASTIC......these visions of grandiose sucess.......i think im delusional.......i was thinking of writing a completmentery short fiction series........a companion to a good series my friend produced "faithless the wonderboy"........im not sure what id call mine......but id like to tie it in somehow.....i had all these great ideas........and before i could write them down they evaporated......such goes my life......especially my artistic life.........
i also thoguht about how im selfish....and everyone else is.....then i rememberd......not everyone is selfish......i just wish they were so id feel less bad about being selfish. its like thinking the world is going to crap just so you dont' feel bad about not doing shit to help it.
but ill think more on that later...i could stay up and do some homework.......but i don't think my brain can proper functionally for that....ill just try to wake up at 6......get myself pepped up.......and do it then.
i also thoguht about how im selfish....and everyone else is.....then i rememberd......not everyone is selfish......i just wish they were so id feel less bad about being selfish. its like thinking the world is going to crap just so you dont' feel bad about not doing shit to help it.
but ill think more on that later...i could stay up and do some homework.......but i don't think my brain can proper functionally for that....ill just try to wake up at 6......get myself pepped up.......and do it then.