i was asleep, and he woke me up again
my father is yelling in broken english, throwing blunt objects and a fit.
but completely seperate from that, i've never felt such a great sense of failure ever before. every last drop of creativity is gone from me, and i feel the need to do nothing at all.
i feel like i need to explain how i've gotten here, and tell everyone that it isn't my fault. but i'll step in to disagree with me and finally take the blame. i'm the one who makes the choices here, no one else.
i'm holding on by a sufjan, and a feeling in my heart that says i'm supposed to be doing something better than this.
art is selfish.
am i allowed to start over?
disclaimer: no one has to answer that but me.
but completely seperate from that, i've never felt such a great sense of failure ever before. every last drop of creativity is gone from me, and i feel the need to do nothing at all.
i feel like i need to explain how i've gotten here, and tell everyone that it isn't my fault. but i'll step in to disagree with me and finally take the blame. i'm the one who makes the choices here, no one else.
i'm holding on by a sufjan, and a feeling in my heart that says i'm supposed to be doing something better than this.
art is selfish.
am i allowed to start over?
disclaimer: no one has to answer that but me.