| Current mood: |  gloomy |
| Current music: | bush_golden state |
when will this madness end . .
have you ever noticed that the older you get the more you come to realize the things around you? ive come to realize that in my search for myself i have lost me. hiding behind my books of poetry and old literature, and burying myself in notebooks, and canvases, and cameras and clay, i have returned yet again to self loathing. nothing in the world today is pure. none of it is real or naturally beautiful. its fulled with silicon inflated hollywood starlets , botox injected mothers, plastic trees, dead cow furniture, and lost beauties naked on tv screens. im starting to question whether my art and poetry means anything to anyone, whether it is worth my time. im starting to question a lot of things and many even too many. i know i must sound like a complete hippie for everything i just said but i cant help the way i feel. maybe i should just stop thinking . . .
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