superman times ten.

Its sad when one journal entry drains everything in your entire system, every goddamn thing. I used to be able to write more than just a paragraph of nonsense. I used to be able to write more than random. And now that I’ve actually grown, learned more words and such… nothing comes in mind and everything that appears on paper ties to the same plot, symbolism, theme and such.

There was a point time where I thought I was good, good enough to feel confident in the things I do.

And now I wonder where the hell it went, ’cause we’re not in Kansas anymore.

I want to feel that confidence. I want to breathe it. I want to live it. And… I want to see it, so badly.

I just want to feel like I can do anything.