Something is clouding my mind, and I feel as though I'm on the verge of being somebody important. The problem here is that I may get there after death. You know, like Van Gogh or Edgar Allen Poe. This is the place where I feel like I can write out all my plans, and not be judged.
My problem isn't concentration, it's control of it. I can't control when I concentrate, and what I end up concentrating on. Interesting to think about, but I realize that this can pose a serious threat to what I want to do with my life. Writing can be fun, but I can't just wait around to be inspired. Sometimes, you have to force your creativity out. This journal I find really helps, it gets my brain juices flowing, about knowing what is and what is not important.
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