Isn't it funny how you swear you know what your whole life is going to accomplish and then you sit there going "what was it that i said i wanted to do when i was 11 years old?!" I am just stuck. There's no other way to describe it. It's getting to that point where I have too many passions, and too much drive. But then I get confused and conflicted so my constant ever powering endurance comes to a halt and I find myself lost and unsure of where to go.

I really want to just make art. I want to spread a message. I want to heal. I want to be happy, but grant happiness to others. Is that really so wrong? Why is it that people constantly push me for more? For something that THEY want to see out of me? And I have so much love for what I do, I always find some way of loving everything that is put in front of me. It's not a bad thing, and I am grateful for it, but it sure confuses the heck out of me.

Maybe I'll buy a nice camera and just take pictures for the rest of my life. I'll ditch the music thing so no one has to worry about what I'm going to do and whether or not I am doing it right. Wouldn't that be a shocker? Hmm...