I wanted to finally take myself serious, something I haven't done ever in my life. This blog is me taking myself serious, recording my pathetic little journey to adulthood. Yeah, maybe I seem to think I honesty have some sort of responsibilities around me, but it's nothing compared to what is coming right out of high school.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Can I be a writer without being a journalist?
I want many things out of life, I want to be many things, see many things and experience wonderful things.
But there's something breaking me.
I would love to take photos, and write for a living - travel and write the stories of the lives of other people.
The last thing the world needs is another "Miss. Hope" writing about the "poor" from a place she deems unfit for civilized persons...
I'd much rather come as close as I can to walking along the path they've walked, see people as people, and let them tell me what no one else will hear.
I hate this cliche but I want to do it for a living.
I want to help and give until I have nothing else to give.
My time, years, work, hands, my voice and ears.
Lend out me, it's the least I could do.
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Never enough for opening night
It's like doing what you can do is never good enough. you try and try to make the things in your life work, but all you end up doing is fucking it all up.
like Art.
You can se it in your mind, you can struggle with the same thing everyday, you can try and make something ugly beautiful, but it might never happen. You have people who know how to do it, not show you. They think theyre helping you by allowing you to fall on your face so that you may learn a lesson. Again and again they do this until they're sure you are learning. but you're not, you're lost and can't find your way out.