Just Another Person.
Mood: Uh, tired.
Listening to: My mind blasting thoughts around.
Just another train of thought moving around in the progress of starting a masterpiece or even... a disaster piece. I don't know, but I'm going with it. No one can stop me, either. This is the new me.
It was a used to be, broken down thought I called myself. Scrounged up everything I had in my "creative" mind to make anything and everything, but only to find the pessimist. My pessimist. Myself, so to speak. I gained my thoughts, and courage only to be brought down by an impossible friendship. I thought it was the end. I felt something that I