Dear Valued Readers,
Using art created by others to express your own individuality is probably the least unique thing anyone has ever done. However, I can't seem to refrain from doing so. While this is a condition of mine that would usually make me extremely depressed and start a cycle of self-hating that is so deep that all I can do is think of Dashboard Confessional song lyrics, I'm turning a new leaf. I've realized that the thoughts and creations of others are wonderful, and it's a wonderful part of life to be able to make use of others' creations. It would be even better if I could somehow force my own brain to come up with something enlightening and beautiful and worth being used by many people across the world when they are feeling uncreative themselves, but I won't let myself get too carried away.
On this virgin post of my "blogger" blog (I'm clarifying that this is my "blogger" blog because I've had many others) I'm happily stating that this will be my outlet for using and abusing the words of others, and forming some probably incoherent words of my own.
Your Faithful Writer,
Meggie
About Me
- Meg
- "Tracing" by John Mayer Do you ever get the feeling that we started in the middle or have you ever had the sense that we've been lying just a little i mean come on its not like we've known ourselves that long and i cant say i really blame you for being bored with the beginning always staring at the score just to figure out whos barely winning but dont you know there is a reason strong,move slow and im okay if your okay with wasting time but when we trace you always see the bottom line we are tracing i hope you know we are tracing and if you want to know the moment i knew that i was still alone i found i never learned your number i only stored it in my phone you'd think by now id know the shape of calling home and im okay if your okay with wasting time but when we trace you'll always see the bottom line we are tracing i hope you know we are tracing we're both alone we are tracing we are tracing did you ever get the feeling that we started in the middle or have you ever have the sense that we were lying just a little i mean come on its not like we knew ourselves that long