lost draft

I could do anything. I could become anything. My fate is up to me at the end of the day and thats something no one could take away from me.

its just im stuck longing for the future. my present body feels like an empty shell from the past.

I realized I could write songs. I can also sing. Noone really knows that about me which is strange because ive been singing all my life. 

One random day, I decided to pursue a profession in the medical field. I managed to plan my whole life out. That’s scary, though its supposed to be a good thing. Probably because i know i dont see myself living all of that.

I wish i had more time for myself so I could sit around and make music all day long. Im sure alot of artists wish the same. I wonder if they feel as hopeless as i am. Maybe its just one of my obsessions? A fixation, perhaps. 

My fortune cookie told me, “a talent is not a talent when not shared”.

People notice. They notice how your mood changes once something upsets you. They notice whenever you go extremely silent that it deafens the room. They just don’t care. It’s your problem, figure it out. Maybe they’ll care for a little while and stick around. But in the end, they will always give up because you’re a lost cause. They know it and you do too.

I wish they cared about me as much as they care about her. But then again, everyone would probably pick her. I would too.