Something really pissed me off today, or just lately.
How people say: take a day off, relax, take a day for yourself.
In all seriousness, I can't do that. I am here to live life. I can't take a day off to relax. I can't spend the evening/night in my pajamas surfing the internet looking at cats and reading funny articles. I can do it for maybe an hour but after that hour I am up and doing stuff. Even watching a movie is hard because I almost feel like I am wasting my life.
And perhaps there are people that can afford to waste their lives, but I am not one of them. I don't have a lot of time left to be the best artist that I can be. There will never be enough hours in a day to perfect myself to perfection.
I don't care if someone else is relaxing and stuff, because that's their life and their choice. But don't push your life advice on me. And more than that, don't fucking complain about how life sucks *tear* because *tear* you're running out of time. It's your goddamn fault: admit it. Live with it. Gah I don't know.
Why am I being mean? Why am I picking fights with people? Why why why.
I want to be a really nice person. But I feel like I am failing lately. I've disappointed myself in certain friendships, and certain friendships have disappointed me.
I hate liars. Don't lie please.
I hate ass-kissers. Stop kissing my ass, it's not pleasant.
I hate spineless creepy crawlies. Just get away from me ew.
I hate people with no personality.
I hate dramatic primadonnas unless they are trapped in the body of a cute black cat by the name of Panther.
I hate when people ask really dumb questions in class. I feel embarrassed for them.
And after all that, why did I eat three slices of bread at 1am???
How people say: take a day off, relax, take a day for yourself.
In all seriousness, I can't do that. I am here to live life. I can't take a day off to relax. I can't spend the evening/night in my pajamas surfing the internet looking at cats and reading funny articles. I can do it for maybe an hour but after that hour I am up and doing stuff. Even watching a movie is hard because I almost feel like I am wasting my life.
And perhaps there are people that can afford to waste their lives, but I am not one of them. I don't have a lot of time left to be the best artist that I can be. There will never be enough hours in a day to perfect myself to perfection.
I don't care if someone else is relaxing and stuff, because that's their life and their choice. But don't push your life advice on me. And more than that, don't fucking complain about how life sucks *tear* because *tear* you're running out of time. It's your goddamn fault: admit it. Live with it. Gah I don't know.
Why am I being mean? Why am I picking fights with people? Why why why.
I want to be a really nice person. But I feel like I am failing lately. I've disappointed myself in certain friendships, and certain friendships have disappointed me.
I hate liars. Don't lie please.
I hate ass-kissers. Stop kissing my ass, it's not pleasant.
I hate spineless creepy crawlies. Just get away from me ew.
I hate people with no personality.
I hate dramatic primadonnas unless they are trapped in the body of a cute black cat by the name of Panther.
I hate when people ask really dumb questions in class. I feel embarrassed for them.
And after all that, why did I eat three slices of bread at 1am???
That is another artist statement, the real one I think.
ReplyDeleteHope, three slices of bread don't make you feel guilty.
Bread is a calm sign.