Yeah. That super emo journal I posted a few days ago? Forget ever reading it. In fact, I can't even believe I said some of the things I said. I want to apologize for being such a loser. You can do something without it being a natural born talent. Fuck what you heard and anybody who says differently. I was wrong. So very wrong. I'm not going to let what anybody says get me to the point of thinking like that again. So my dad thinks that I'm not good enough? Fine. I don't have to prove myself to anybody. I may not be exactly where I'm happy yet, but at least I know I'm not bad either. That's all that matters. Besides, artists are never really "satisfied" with their own work, right?

Thank you all for putting up with my shit and lending me a few words in spite of me being a total ass. You all are right. What's stopping me from still doing what I love? Nothing, that's what. Except for myself. But that's about to change. Going to the Air Force may not be all that bad after all. I may end up liking it. I can still do what I want to, and not worry about a job. All I have to do is just go ahead a fucking DO IT.


btw, yes. The title of this journal refers to myself.

fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!!!

(Also referring to myself. Or you could say the "old" me.)