Am I myself anymore?

[breakitopen]

Where has my creativity and my honesty and my passion gone? I know that it isn't lost. Hibernating perhaps, but nothing can hold me back when my mind is set, I'm sure you all know that

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[anonymous]

"my passion...isn't lost...nothing can hold me back...you all know that..I write...and then...everything is alright...so...the conditions for the words to flow...extreme pleasure or bitter [sarrow and]loss..And I'm sorry...but right now [those are two things]I haven't got...I almost wish that I did, because this existance tends to take on such a mundane quality that I [just squirt ink like a squid]...Maybe the...days won't be so...disappointing...Maybe they'll be all green and red and gold, with splashes of snow and brandy...Maybe this year I'll keep my resolutions...The years seem to be passing faster than I meant them to...[does] anyone else [have a solution]?...I'm 17 now, and in a year I'll be gone...[but until then everyday I face a new dawn]..."

theres floetry everywhere.

[yourviolent_end]

kitty the way you write intreagues me.