Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

Frustration

I have so much to say but it gets lost in the frustration. (It kills me; knowing what I'm capable of and what I'm supposed to do, and how something as stupid as feeling ANGRILY IMPATIENT is enough to impede on something as simple as expressing myself through a journal.)

(Jesus, the shit I could tell you guys if I just didn't care about EFFORT and THE FINAL PRODUCT. I'm now starting to wonder if I'm protecting myself from myself. (Early works syndrome?))