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Some people think that one's mood depends on oneself. That happy people choose to be happy. And unhappy, melanchonic ones choose to lead life under a rainy cloud. That artists choose to be like that, so as to help them create art. All part of the creative process and all that.

Bullshit. This is all utter,total Bullshit.

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Do you really believe that I choose this? To cry myself to sleep everynight and have bloodshot and tearstained eyes behind sunglasses. Oh.

This life is useless and wasted, so I might aswell waste it away with my good friends Mr.Smirnoff and Mr.Daniels. Splendid. Life couldn't get any better.

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My mediocrity is killing me. My averageness. My illussions and denial of grandeur. Well I was wrong. I know that now. I am that much wiser now.

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I kneel down and try to pray. But the usual words refuse to come out and are rolling around my mouth and choking me. I forgot that God is dead for me. He/She may be alive and well for other people, but for me this deity isn't there.