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i want t odo somthing amazing. i want to do sothing that makes the people i love go "wow, shes incredible" or "gees i never knew you cared so much". but i can't do shit. i can't write songs, i can't sing them, i don't know how to make a difference. i can't change this world for them. but i want to, i do. really bad. i feel like i'll explode when i think of all the thing i want that i'll never get. the things i'll never do, because i don't know how, and even if i did, it'd never be enough. EVER. all i can do is cry about the things i can't explain. i really don't want to go on when i start thinking like this. what makes me so angry? so crazy? so frustrated? why am i nuts? was i born this way? was it those drugs i did? is this what being an 'artist' is?