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Oct 2017
I can intuitively play jazz guitar. Pretty well sometimes.

I can sing so ******* well sometimes, I wish more people could hear it.

My voice could make me famous, I impressed people in jail.

I can write great poetry. I can develop great plotlines.

I know a good bit about different fields of psychology, quantum physics.

I can learn about most things. My knowledge has good diversity. I can talk to many different kinds of people about science, music, even math.

If I just had access to a studio... I could work wonders. I could compose.

But...

My nervous fingers are not yet so dexterous. I haven't been able to practice electric guitar; I sold mine years ago and I'm only saving up again now.

I fear my voice may not be consistent enough to perform and studios might make me far too nervous. But I won't know until I try, which I AM GOING TO DO.

Poetry doesn't make you any money and no one pays attention to it anymore.

Knowing things is pointless if you can't do anything with it.

When I talk, I sound really dumb. Really dumb. People think I'm stupid. My social anxiety makes me look stupid. My hair is long and all over the place. I wish people could see how intelligent I am, but I just have to wait until the law releases its hold on me.

I'm 23. I feel as if I could have, but it's getting too late. That sun is setting. People start to look at you as if your life is setting into stone. I haven't really performed. I haven't learned Spanish. I am a slow reader.

My parents and whatever it is they think about me. They never understood me. I want to learn Spanish, not Italian, and I don't care about my birthfather, I just don't identify with my parents, and I don't hate my mother, I just want to learn Spanish before I learn Italian.

I nervously avoid things like listening to music and reading and learning Spanish because I hate living at home. I wish my parents were more laid back people.

but

How I carry myself now and how I start to gather myself is what matters. You can light up on social media really fast, you just have to do it right. You can enter the world you want to, you just have to wait to get off house arrest first. I can do amazing things, I just have to do them.
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