If there were more people like me... I wouldn't be sure if the world would be better, or worse. That doesn't seem right, does it?

I need an outlet and I've lost that blogging helps me thing.

I need to find my own big giant drum set.

I need my dreams...

Now, how do I figure them out?

Confidence analysis

When you think you're too good, and not have the effort to back it up, you fail. It's that simple.

Apparently, I'm not mature enough to handle these kinds of situations where I have to think about the consequences of my choices in a standard that is far too comprehensive and a little too paranoid.

When I learn to stop lying...

I'm not exactly sure what could happen.

It is a question

I must care that much if I have to act like it doesn't affect me.

Or maybe I was always too analytic that I have to analyze my own immediate actions.

Maybe I should have been named Thomas.

Or maybe I didn't really care, and that I'm still looking for that spark to start my writing.

I think a muse will help. :D

Heart Warming

Is something wrong when inspiration lasts less than a few minutes?

I have yet to live life.

Or maybe it's just never enough.

I'm not even sure if I'm a dreamer.

Not sure at all.