I don't have much to say. I haven't written anything in weeks. I am dissatisfied with everything I come up with. It all sounds predictable. Or boring. I want to branch out. I want to express the depth of my feelings, but even those feelings are compromised by a life of endless monotony.
On the other hand, I am terrified of passion's potential. I also terrified of being delusional with self importance.
I feel as though I'm falling through the cracks.
This is depressing drivel.
My mind is constantly filled with songs. "Time After Time", "I'll See You in My Dreams", "After You've Gone", "Black Crow", and more and more and more.
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