I hate what my life has become. True love was really just fake. Then the other girl who I thought maybe might be my real true love now has told me that I depress her. I'm sure she won't even want to stay friends considering that she recently basically hasn't replied to a single one of what I would say were non-depressive e-mails. I've decided to just stop e-mailing her.
Nothing at all enjoys me, anymore. I have recently discovered that I have awesome photographic talent and I have decided to enter a contest, but if I get in first place and get a wealth of equipment, what will I feel? Nothing. So I would get some expensive stuff - wow. And I don't give a fuck what some judges think - their opinions don't mean a single thing to me. The only way their opinions would matter is the fact that the stupid fucks out there care what they say, so if I'd win, I could get a job as a "professional" photographer. And what would happen if I would become a "professional" photographer, then? At best, I'd become a little bit famous and get a decent amount of money. Gee, how nice. :rolleyes: As if that'd make me happier. Honestly, even if I'd win the 170 million plus Swedish kronor in the lottery, I wouldn't even flinch when I discovered it. All I would feel would be "oh".
I have become nothing but a shell. A shell with impossible dreams and without a single friend in the world.
I miss the days when my mind was so uncomplicated and I just waited for some new Nintendo 64 game... or when ordering and then waiting for the complete version of Heretic for PC felt like the most exciting thing ever. And how I enjoyed that game. It wasn't really even that good...
Nothing at all enjoys me, anymore. I have recently discovered that I have awesome photographic talent and I have decided to enter a contest, but if I get in first place and get a wealth of equipment, what will I feel? Nothing. So I would get some expensive stuff - wow. And I don't give a fuck what some judges think - their opinions don't mean a single thing to me. The only way their opinions would matter is the fact that the stupid fucks out there care what they say, so if I'd win, I could get a job as a "professional" photographer. And what would happen if I would become a "professional" photographer, then? At best, I'd become a little bit famous and get a decent amount of money. Gee, how nice. :rolleyes: As if that'd make me happier. Honestly, even if I'd win the 170 million plus Swedish kronor in the lottery, I wouldn't even flinch when I discovered it. All I would feel would be "oh".
I have become nothing but a shell. A shell with impossible dreams and without a single friend in the world.
I miss the days when my mind was so uncomplicated and I just waited for some new Nintendo 64 game... or when ordering and then waiting for the complete version of Heretic for PC felt like the most exciting thing ever. And how I enjoyed that game. It wasn't really even that good...