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Wednesday, October 26, 2011

I wrote this while drinking a lot


I WANT TO MAKE ART!! I want to make art for me.. for my children. I want people to see it and say “what is this about?” and I will say “This art is about how I felt… how I fell… right now.” I want to be in this room. This room with the bookshelf I don’t own and the books I’ve never read and I want to make art. And some warm afternoons I just want to lay on the floor and read, from a corner I’ve never spent time in.

I used to sabotage my relationships because of my lack of self esteem. Things going well? Nice guy? Cheat on him! He’s boring! But now.. now everything is wonderful. I haven’t broken a heart for a year! Ok, 10 months or so…

So my newest fear is: Am I sabotaging my job? Am I not caring and wasting time and being bitter in order to cheat on my job? Or is this real?

How can I make decisions if I still can’t trust myself?

No really: I need to get healthier if I’m ever going to explain to a teenager how being healthy is important. I mean.. really..

I need to feel that magic in life again. When that magic happens on stage and I know it’s because of me. The piles of paperwork and computer staring is not magic. The stress and politics has nothing to do with art.

I’m so sorry I’m wasting October 24, 2011. I want to pass out and forget. I’m so sorry. I’m actually hoping I’m not sober when I go to work tomorrow. That means I’ll get out of bed. It will give me a few moments of “I don’t care,” that I need.

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