So, I may be becoming one of those people who is either a charity case or a source of secretive jokes that are only a secret from the person they're about. I don't know. All I know is that I know some of these people and perhaps have some similar thoughts. You know, the generic rants about not having 'real friends' and the like.
I may be finally getting beaten down to the point where I believe that I will not succeed in my endeavours, and I'm very nearly too tired to care anymore.
This is just something I have a total moral clash with, because I have been constantly fighting friends and family members who are at that point and trying to convince them otherwise. Of course, I realise it's not all roses, and there are compromises everywhere along the way, but now I'm starting to think that there is something about me that just oozes an aura similar to those Idol contestants who are absolutely terrible but have never discovered it. Of course, this is compounded by the fact that there are so many more creative outlets I like to associate myself with.
OK, this is too depressing. I need a change. Stay tuned?
The trash receptacle of the damned.
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