I am slowly trying to find inspiration again. I can't remember where or when i seemed to lose it but i am slowing piecing together how to bring it back in my life...
Finding it in old friends, old loves, old journals...
Realising old music as new again, old fantasies as possible...
I think i came to New York desperate to be different from what i was because what i was wasnt happy... but i miss me. i miss what made me, me. i miss my histrionic, exaggerated, painfully melodramatic outbreaks of emotion- where has that girl gone? I want her back. Even if she is sad, she was always inspired to feel...
i'm almost there...
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