August 26, 2003

  • Yet Another Rant
    can't help it
    feeling trapped.
    not progressing.
    getting older.
    none the wiser.
    same routine everyday.
    more stuff left undone.
    sit and type type type.
    awed at the liberian female fighters.
    do know that am lucky.
    if i could go back the one thing i'd change is my insecurity with my art.
    i'd do everything the same, but would doodle on and on and on all day.
    i miss my parents too.
    been cut off too long.
    sad depressed know pms is pulling the strings.
    the same ole monthly cycle repeats.
    tired.
    craving adventure.
    something new something different.
    well, moving soon.
    that's something new.
    ll get to buy real furniture
    nah, ll still use the old ones.
    new comp tho
    definitely
    ah, material bliss.
    sad.
    oh well.
    i feel like i need to get to the next step.
    i have no plans whatsoever and it feels strange to feel so unaccomplished
    yet working 12 hrs a day.
    it makes no fuckin sense.
    and it's driving me completely nuts.
    i need to make my movie.
    shoot something
    do something anything
    maybe
    who knows
    will i feel better
    probably
    it's just me beating myself up again
    cos if i don't then who will?