Why am I so bloody brilliant?
I'm a good writer. I've got an imaginative mind. I can think of wonderful stories. Entertaining stories. I'm funny. In a unique way. I can make people laugh, I can also make people cry. I create worlds that people can believe in, characters that people fall in love with when I want them to, hate when I want them to.
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Thursday, April 15, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Directionless... Hopeless... Not at all driven...
That's my current state. It seems I have nothing to write about. There are no changes. Nothing new happens. I'm stuck in this place where I'm facing the same problems I faced yesterday, a week ago, a month, a year...
Some things are for sure though. I'm sliding down the slippery slope of self-pity, self-loathing. I start to become more morose, more negative. It's a thin line between being realistic and being delusional. I look at myself sometimes, and I see a wastrel, a stubborn brat with pipe dreams. And yet, at other times, I think myself as someone with untapped talents who just haven't encountered, or siezed that one big break in life.
I wish to do better... Don't we all?
That's my current state. It seems I have nothing to write about. There are no changes. Nothing new happens. I'm stuck in this place where I'm facing the same problems I faced yesterday, a week ago, a month, a year...
Some things are for sure though. I'm sliding down the slippery slope of self-pity, self-loathing. I start to become more morose, more negative. It's a thin line between being realistic and being delusional. I look at myself sometimes, and I see a wastrel, a stubborn brat with pipe dreams. And yet, at other times, I think myself as someone with untapped talents who just haven't encountered, or siezed that one big break in life.
I wish to do better... Don't we all?
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