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The Journal of J. P. Davies Jordan Spits Angst...
01/25/2004 10:20 p.m.
Uh Oh there's no major crisis in my life this time how can I write if I have no inspiration? ARGH! I just sat down and thought, "I'm going to write a poem." And I stared at the notepad for five minutes and nothing happened. After my sick poetic vomitation over the past little while I find myself museless. Scary stuff for someone whos life is usually everybody elses favourite soap opera. I just have to stop myself from creating drama to be able to write something or remind myself that things still hurt. Maybe I should dip back into memory. But even memory seems less painful when the present is A-OK. I hate not being able to write. What is my life? The heartbreak songs have left my brain...I wrote two good ones. "The Square Root Of Trust" and "Looking In" the rest have no real feasable rhythm to which I can stick guitar chords. Man, this is absolute shit! Oh and Poor Tim!! AWWWW.... He seems like Trishes type, if it wasn't for Jordan they might be a good couple. Yah, well, Jordan loves to hear this kinda stuff doesn't he. If it wasn't for me!! Yes, if it wasn't for me alot of things would be different alot of hearts wouldn't be scarred. If it wasn't for me you all wouldn't have had such great gossip to spit around and feel self-important because I have a habit of fucking evreything up. I just hate this shit sometimes. I wish I wasn't so much in the fucking limelight. Like every little thing I do gets to be analysed under the microscope so we can find all the little flaws that make up a Jordan. Fun stuff isn't it. I don't fucking think so. I am currently Frustrated
I am listening to Too Much Agression In My Head
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