I’m a sinner, I wish I had your groove.

I can’t get out how I feel, and it drives me crazy, everyday I’m depressed like it’s 2001 and I’m girl-sad, but I’m not, I’m life-sad, how fucking stupid is that, I’m so depressed over not having a camera or not having people to support I’m so fucking sad that I have to do this on my own and that I can’t fucking tell you how I feel, see I don’t have a camera, I haven’t had a camera, and it fucking is kxvjfgobrdfiuckfuckfuck, I’m sorry, I have a lot of anger, and everyday in acting class I feel it, the anger, and I want to let it out there, I wish I could just act like I’m gonna hit you, just to get it out, but I stand in class and

I just, even just reading lines and not feeling it makes me depressed. Thinking of shots from movies makes me depressed. Thinking of scripts, of stories, I just get so pushed back. I have no confidence. I feel bad at everything.

I should clean my room, I should re-start my life like I used to say I’d do when I was in a rutt. Back then, I was still emotional, and I still had friends, and I was still in high school. It was all a dream. You can’t re-start a life, can you? Can you wipe it clean/

(How did I used to think I’d be so succesful? Why do I feel so

em ty.)