Once again, I'm sitting in my room, wondering why I'm not everything I wish I could be. Sometimes I believe that we can implant the talent into our minds, nurture it, and make it grow into something beautiful. But sometimes, I wonder if it really is genetic, if our minds really are restricted to what we were born with. I wish I could rise above these addictions, both physical and mental, and just live with the air I breathe and the sights I see. I wish I could fight through these visions I have and see what's truly before me.
Sometimes, I just wish I was someone else.
Seriously, add me. This is criminal to be so bored on a Thursday night on a four day weekend with no one online.
How did this happen?
I don't know.
paintedeyes@live.ca
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