Over the past couple of days I momentarily lost the plot - I'm quite sure I've got it back now, and I lose it semi-regularly so no need to fret...it does suck though. I have this terrible sickly feeling that is so overwhelming during these times, and it tells me that I'll never be good enough at music to 'make it', and that I should be much more successful than I am right now at 19 years old (prime of my life!), and that every second spent NOT writing, practising, or running, and every second that IS spent eating, having fun or resting, is a complete and utter waste of time.
I curled up into a sorry ball on the couch and watched the ARIA Awards on TV the other day and hated myself for being ~fat~ and ~sad~ and ~bad at music~ so I went and wrote a song about being none of those things any more. And I felt about 100000075% better afterwards.
Funny that.
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