i'm right here...writing to waste away the time i waste away waiting...maybe a brilliant idea will hit me in one of these idle moments and i'll hit the craetive bullseye...all i can do is hope, because every passing day intensifies the dejection in my mind. the feeling of being worthless is always lurking near the surface like a shark, ready to rear its head at the slightest opportunity...this is all counter-productive thinking, and yet i'm a slave to it...i hate it.
I don't think of the past. The only thing that matters is the everlasting present. W. Somerset Maugham Ralph Waldo Emerson - "To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment."
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