So I'm really done.

I'm really done with it. Because I'm not like them. Where is the motivation? I'm wondering why can't everything be like before. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding with myself. I can't leave and then come back as if nothing has happened. Recognition. Effort. Influence. Inspiration. I'm sick of everything. Everything is in my mind, I'd love to be content with mediocrity, but I can't be good at everything. I just can't even be good at the things I'm most passionate about.

So what. What do I do now. Everyday it's like a brand new start, a new page. It's like saying 'Today, I'm catching up.' But then I read it. 'Who the fuck are you?' 'This picture is shit.' Well damn.

Damn.