I'm Feeling Inspired

Do what you want and f*ck everyone else.  As long as something makes you feel
fulfilled, that’s ultimately all that matters.

F*ck me, though.

I mean, look it up on google.

Find some fucking creativ-vity

Some f*ck-king DRIVE.

She makes me happy.
But I don’t.

That’s not a winning formula, fuckface.

What happens when you fail to convert inspiration into action is
You fucking suck.

You feel that shit. You fucking die, your inner world fucking dies, and you know
Dying on its own aint shit in fact
It’s fuckin perfect,
But dyin’ without givin’ yourself an honest chance to breathe?

Hell is nothing but a concept to that shit.

What does it even mean to you to read this?
How is it different from anything else you do?
You’re nothing but your father all over again: great ideas matched to a fucking coward, scared and small and sitting and speaking and thinking til nothing itself can’t stand your goddamn stillness,
This
Unable, unwilling, impotent bastard who only dreams theoretically and criticizes the world he himself indulges in raping to shreds, rotting in your false comforts.

Try as you might, you have already decided to fail.

She loves him. But hhee can’t stand himself.

Burnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnni think we get the point