Sometimes i think i am failing in everything. I can't sing, i don't have singing voice, even that, i do not have a proper hearing... i have a beethovens hearing. No joke, i dont hear a shit.
Then i always wanted to cook, but i did not finish cooking school because i got tired of books and slow classes, top of that... i got depressed by peeling those potatoes every morning in school for entire school students. What... no thank you. Fuck off.
Then i tried acting. First i was acting in school classes, i even got many times onto stage. Later i started to have complexes over my appearence so i didn't look good on camera.
Then i wanted to make music like mike oldfield, but i didnt have proper skills to compose music, so i made few weird out-of-this world songs that only my friend liked.
But you know what is the point of this story?
There isn't none.
But....
I just realized that i have done music, drawed some sketches, acting in stage, published a book, organized an club event, almost finished cooking school... yet... i was depressed... but now i think im gonna forking rock my socks off ! I am chill, i am aliiiive! Upvote !
Im listening vangelis right now, gonna make another coffee and fucking start living my life as an talented fuckupper. Thank you, love you so much.
