NP: Nujabes - Horn in the Middle
Its been a good while since I've blogged. 18 days, in case you haven't noticed. Who the hell is you? The people who read this. The one, two... perhaps three. It would be nice to be read. It would be nice to be talked about. But fame isn't what I'm after. It's something deeper than that. Something more.
I feel like I'd had enough here. I'm ready to just leave, but in what way? Sure, moving out is viable, But what is that going to get me? I realize now that I want people to see my life. Someone must care. Someone wants to know. It could be a learning experience for me. Who knows. It could be a learning experience for some anonymous reader. Who knows. It could be some crap people just skim through, looking for some crap to steal or some way to kill time.
Who knows.
I've become bored with so many things now. The same daily routine. It's as if I've hit some sort of "early-life crisis" and stuck in an endless clusterfuck with no sight of an exit. I'd love for a change. Not the kind that Obama promised, but the kind that would either bring me up or spiraling downwards. Now. Being impatient is something I have, and I admittedly accept that it is a fault of mine.
Change, motherfucker. Do you bring it?
I think I want to try something new. I want to document my life. A mass autobiography, of sorts. With anything. Something. Everything. Pictures. Words. Videos. A simple recording of voice chatter. I want to be heard. I want not to be alone, but someone sharing my emotions of thought, laughter, sadness, everything. Everyone that I happen to come in contact with. How someone has changed. I want to see what I'm like now in 2 years. 4 years. 6 years. In retrospect, I believe it would be good. I hope it'll change me for the better. For the worse. Change. I want it.
I'm only human, what more could I want?
(end confusing babble)
