2001-07-22

oh, diary

im not reaally manifesting my destiny, i feel like, sitting here trying to get comfy at an office chair and be lucky and doze off in the middle of the night. there are so many oppor tunites that are up for grabs, if i can only imagine, and stick to an imagination.

you have to be taken with an idea, taken with the possibility of change. of meeting wonderful strangers, and knowing yourself even more today than you did yesterday.

all i want to do, i guess, is make art. but i have covered such a broad swath in trying to enact out the desire - that it has changed to 'all i really want to do, is make a life like art.' i want to know i've missed nothing

the struggle is killing me, truly.