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Feeling Empty Again
I'm feeling that emptiness and yearning again. My chest is heavy and I feel like a have a knot in my stomach. I didn't have any caffeine today either. I still can't pin point why I'm feeling like this. I guess a part of me is bored with life. I just feel like there is nothing for me to do in life. I'm just not excited about life or about the future anymore. Right now, at this very moment, life has no meaning.

I used to express my feelings and thoughts through art, but for about a year I have lost all inspiration. I'm having a horrible artist's block and can't seem to shake it off. It has left me feeling frustrated which, in turn, makes me lash out when I'm angry. I just don't know what the fuck is wrong with me.
 
 
 

   
Life is like a pipe, and I'm a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside

I've slowly been coming to the realization that my best friend isn't my best friend anymore. Today it just kind of hit me in a weird way. It was just a comment one of her newer friends left her on myspace, replying about plans for Friday. We haven't seen each other all summer because of conflicting traveling plans. I thought that when she got back from Europe, she would make plans with me first, like she promised. And the email she sent me sounded like the kind of email an ex-boyfriend would send. Cordial. Distant.

 

So now the number of people I can truly trust rolls right back down to one, and I'll try not to cry as I put on a hoodie to cover up the chilly emptiness that I feel.

 
 
   
 

All gone . . .
The week has gone by and not one thing has been accomplished.

I'm also reminded how wrong we often are when we think something we desire will make us happy. We want something and we say to ourselves, "If I could just have this... I wouldn't want anything else. I just want this one thing, then everything will be perfect." Of course, we are wrong. We are relentless in our selfishness and greed. Nothing is ever good enough, is it? But do you ever wonder: why not? Why? What the hell is wrong with us? And I say "us" without hesitation because I know this is something we all experience. Sometimes we realise this; we get something and realise, hey, I'm not as happy as I thought I was going to be, or hey, but now I want this, or hey, what the fuck was I thinking? The itch is only relieved for a brief time before returning again. We realise this once in a while, but do you ever wonder why? Why do we keep longing for things that aren't going to make us happy in the long run? Is there even anything we can long for that will make us eternally happy?! Why do we keep letting ourselves fall into the trap? Why does it turn out how it does?

But I have another question:
Has being aware of this, the inevitable dissatisfaction at some point with what you get, the return of desire and the feeling of unfulfillment that comes with it, ever made you scared of wanting something?
It has me.

I have no answers, of course. Just making notes.

Here I am writing this, and I'm supposed to be writing a paper for school. Here's what I got so far. It is choppy in some places because I am in the middle of editing (ooooh! a lot to edit, huh?!) and haven't figured out what to say in some places. Anyway, I'm not satisfied with it at all, but don't know where to begin again if I start over:

Augusten Burroughs tells his story as a young teen whose alcoholic father and mentally ill mother separate,  in a new, and very strange, environment. His new life with his mother’s psychiatrist and his off-the-wall family exposes Augusten to experiences and realities that change him. From being a well-behaved and sometimes eccentric young boy who looks up to his mother’s dreams and determination in accomplishing them, to an outcast teen who does not fit in at school and is other


So. . . anyone read Running With Scissors or seen the recently released movie?

-Liv-
 
 
 

   
Somethings you just can't answer....
I don't know the title of this image but I think it's from
Selected Works: Sandman, Violent Cases, Cages by Neil Gaiman
All images are by Dave McKean

Balance? On the edge? Push?  Over the edge? Where is the limit?

Art by Dave McKean

Another one by Dave McKean
This is from the CD Black Vanity for the Band Cemetery
(no I have not listened to the CD, I just like the art.)

Black Vanity is a fitting title
Despair? Self Worth?  Emptiness? Pain? Anguish? Desire?

Art by Dave McKean
 
 
   
 

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