Do you ever go to the Laundromat and watch the machines go round and round...It's beautiful and sad. Because, nothing happens, yet you can't stop watching it. What if your whole life was spent watching those machines? What if you felt like that was your life. Just a bunch of random clothes, stuck in a small round bowl, just spinning...going no where...Beautiful and sad...Like, I really am dying to do something with my life. But, what? I didn't finish high school. I mean, I can always go back to school. I have my Good Enough Diploma. I want to go to film school. I have this fear of doing things I don't know how to do, but people don't know how to do anything at first. Yet things get done, so people have to learn how to do things. I have too just relax with the fact that everyone starts off looking like a douche bag at first, but then they fucking learn. But I have all of these great ideas, and no where for them to go. I'm always having idea implosions, because they have no where to go but in my body. So, it's not that I'm depressed, just frustrated. Because, no one should have to think as much as I do and have no where to put it. When I tell people my ideas, they just look at me like "That's great lady, but what do you want me to do?". Like, I have all of these great commercials for ipod, stride, pepsi...book ideas, movies, plays. I need to have an idea explosion soon. Because I can't take this shit. I need to get some balls. I can't spin in this machine anymore.
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