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I want to make a masterpiece. My life has to be a masterpiece. Some people in my life tell me that I am the masterpiece so it isn't necessary for me to make one. I think I am lucky to know human beings so generous with such compliments that are so hard for me to believe. I don't see me the way they see me, and I think they are delightfully delusional, and I am still focused on one day creating some sort of masterpiece whether it be writing, painting, or something else entirely so that I have an actual tangible object to show people when they ask who I am or what I do instead of just hoping they see that I am a questionably good person trying to do definitely (mostly) good things and I am actually totally lost, kicking and screaming in a crowded sea full of others who do the same - they're just a little quieter than I could ever hope to be. I am flailing with a smile on my face desperately trying to save people who might not want to be saved and the exhaustion set in long ago but I have no choice but to try and gather enough energy to create my good enough masterpiece.
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
Masterpiece
I want to make a masterpiece. My life has to be a masterpiece. Some people in my life tell me that I am the masterpiece so it isn't necessary for me to make one. I think I am lucky to know human beings so generous with such compliments that are so hard for me to believe. I don't see me the way they see me, and I think they are delightfully delusional, and I am still focused on one day creating some sort of masterpiece whether it be writing, painting, or something else entirely so that I have an actual tangible object to show people when they ask who I am or what I do instead of just hoping they see that I am a questionably good person trying to do definitely (mostly) good things and I am actually totally lost, kicking and screaming in a crowded sea full of others who do the same - they're just a little quieter than I could ever hope to be. I am flailing with a smile on my face desperately trying to save people who might not want to be saved and the exhaustion set in long ago but I have no choice but to try and gather enough energy to create my good enough masterpiece.
kelsie-marie-1
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Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
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