i wanted to do many things with so little time.
it is was a good idea.
until i got all burnt out.
i can accomplish so many things, yet i have to cope with massive brain blocks.
i’m officially incapable to do anything as of the moment.
i can’t write anything with sense. i can’t paint anything with sense.
i can’t even read.
where is the fu**ing motivation!!!!
i hate it when life becomes utterly meaningless.
where are the band practices, where are the journalism conventions, where are the jamming sessions?
where are overflowing ideas and words. where has my passion gone?
did being idle fade me?
is this the price to pay for resting?
refreshing innocence and ignorance vs. knowledge and passion.
oh wth.
