"there are plenty of things that are worth dying for, but you'll never know until you open that door, and reasons for living are seldom and few, if you see one, you'd better stick to it like glue, yes it's true, it is true, it's true"

24.4.11

And how we fade

I need to be creative too.

Dreaming of you, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, and how we fade. It blows my mind a little how easy it is to want to be creative and yet not be. To want to make something of yourself and make nothing. Today i tried to do something with myself and i don't even know if it'll work. But i tried. This blog is about trying to do something with my brain, but i feel like it's a waste of time. It looks so pretty...

It's unfair, right? Why is this world so pretty and i can't make anything of it? I'd like to make something of it...it's my fault, and it hurts. here i am whining about it...
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