I used to be somebody. Wait, no I didn't. However, I used to have great potential. Do I still have great potential? One can only assume. Fuck the standards... sure, you're supposed to have done something to break into showbiz before you're legal, or at least before you're 30, otherwise fuck it, but screw that. Technically, I'm not 30 anyway. I still have time, right?

I've been telling myself that I still have time since I was 18. How sad is that? Fuck it. Fuck time. Fuck age. Fuck that societal bullshit. I want to do it. I want to get something out there. I can get music out there. I'm still writing short stories, I'm still writing poetry, I'm still writing that script for the movie, I'm still writing articles, I'm still drawing, I'm still painting... I will get out there.

I don't know how I've been not doing anything for years... wait, yes I do. It usually involves people. These people are usually the same people who turn around and ask me why I haven't done anything for years. Fuck people. Fuck their unneeded influence. All the people who do something are the ones who don't have the time to idly waste doing nothing with you. And in order for you to have the time to idly waste doing something with everyone who wants to do something with you, then you do nothing as well. Fuck that. Fuck nothing.

Do you know the last time that I picked up my guitar, it was dusty? Fucking dusty. Fuck. That's lame. What happened for the past five, six years? And don't say drugs, because bullshit, that was totally aside. If it was the case that drugs didn't allow for creative output, then almost all major successful creative endeavors of the past hundred years easy wouldn't exist.

It was life. It was people. It was jobs, and trying to make it, trying to be safe and secure, trying to endure, trying to get ahead. It was school, and it was health problems, and it was finances, and it was romances. Fuck letting other people influence my life. I didn't realize just how much of a toll that shit could take.