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| Current music: | Parking Wars |
I'm intimidated
Isn't that what you wanted?
I thought I was someone, no, not someone, special. Someone special? Yes and no. I thought so, but I'm not that creative. I try, but really I just knock people off.
Do other people do that?
What if you knock someone off but make it your own? Am I making it my own? Do I ever? I don't think so, but I can try.
I lost it. It's gone. Forever. I should go find it, or find something else to do.
I feel like Regina Spektor. She loves music, but she was so intimidated by all of the amazing music that came before her that she didn't think she could possibly measure up. Yeah, how could I possibly measure up to Robert Browning? Virginia Woolf? Ernest Hemingway? William fucking Shakespeare??
It's intimidating and makes me not want to try.
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