Writing is a pressure reliever for most people. Sometimes, the stress and anger put into the writing can be disastrous… but it is still a negative energy output none-the-less.
Many thoughts and opinions reside inside my mind. I need an outlet… besides my music. No one listens to me, the people in our society are only concerned with themselves. I have ideas on how to eliminate problems… but when I try to initiate them, no one cooperates. Then, the people who never cooperated before come to me when I am the most frustrated and put “their” ideas into action… when it they were mine to begin with.
When I don’t cooperate because I’ve given up, it’s “Hell to the girl! She is psycho, she has no idea what she’s talking about!”
Frustration can lead a person to insanity… I am on the brink.
But I still have my sole companion… music. Which is also turning out very poorly. My drive to play has faded.
So I wait for everything to return to the way it was… that, and hell freezing over.
~I will not sign my name… I don’t feel comfortable with that quite yet.