pseudoprofound; apparently, but not actually, profound.

i like to consider myself to be pseudoprofound; it gives me a sense of legitimacy to my otherwise mundane existence. in reality, i'm just another kid who wants to start a highschool band. i'm not some writer who wants to change the world. i'm not a philosopher or a sociologist or some other pretentious degree who wants to debate the meaning of life. i'm just a regular, boring person who has an overactive imagination. i'm not unique or special in any way, and to act like i am is to in fact be unique and special, i guess. i just want to write down some of the things that i think about, some of the ideas that pop into my head, and some of the dreams and aspirations i have. to be perfectly honest, this is my first attempt at writing a diary, so bear with me as i learn and grow as a writer. besides, this is just for me; i'm not submitting this to or for anyone else. this is for my eyes only. i'm not looking to gain any kind of fame or fortune. all i want is to be able to look back on this someday and be happy with the work i've done. happy that i didn't waste the time that i had. happy that i'm not like everyone else. i don't have to live under a gold standard to try and be unique and gain some sort of fortune, right?

from my livejournal