Recycled Lines
I am a 19teen year old man. I believe I have experienced everything, life has to offer. But, I know I have experienced nothing. I shelter myself behind recycled lines. Lines of euphemistic illiterate philosophies, that I have predetermined to try and impress people. Impress people into believing, only what I want them to know about me.
But, the truth is. The FUCKING truth is, I am lost. I hate my lifestyle. I hate it, and have no idea how to go about changing it. I don't know why... I don't know who I am anymore, and more than anything I want to find out. Find out why I lost my passion and drive for things, I know for a fact I used to love.
I mean I know what I want; at least in the mere moments, but not with my life. (That unintentional--cruel intention, of what I want right now. Well, It's clashing with my getting to the knowledge of what I will actually want.)
I have come to the realization that my writing will not get me anywhere. I am at peace with that. I wasn't really expecting it to, at least, in the back of my mind I wasn't. I remember how, just a year ago I really loved writing. I loved it. I mean, I thought that my writing was good. Not Bukowski, Dreiser, or Vonnegut good. But, still enjoyable for other to read. I mean to me there are different types of good writers. There is the episodic good writing such as J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. It isn't good as far as literal text, and usuage of language. But, It's enjoyable. I mean fucking hell, it got an entire world to get up off their lazy asses and read. I mean, here is a woman, a woman who came at of no where. A woman who was partically
To be finished later. FUCK IT.
1 comment:
Dear sweet peter.
Your smoke and mirrors are nothing but smoke and mirrors. When you hide behind them for so long you will start to believe they are the true essence of your being, but they are just deception. You need to take a step back and realize what is you and want is your insecurities. The truth is I had the same problem. I would put up an act in front of my friends and family to give them the idea that I had my life together and I was happy. I wasn’t. After months of doing this, I realized that if I keep acting I would never really be all right. The only way to change your life is to find out what you dislike and remove it from the equation
Yours truly,
Yocus
P.S. I think you can go somewhere with your writing skills. STOP under estimating your self. Your 19teen, time and skill will come and pass…. You’re the shit.
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