For Me, The Past Is Dead. Can't

I Don't Really Recognise Success. I Don't See Myself As On An Upwardly Mobile Trajectory. I See Myself As On The Edge Of A Cliff About To Fall Off.

Nothing Wrong With Changing Your Mind. That's A Very Unwaffling Thing To Say: "nothing Wrong..." Who Am I To Say That There's Nothing Wrong With It? Maybe Something Is Wrong With Changing Your Mind. Anyway, Love Is Very, Very Difficult. I Love. But Probably Because I Hate Myself On Some Deep, Sick Level, It Makes Loving Difficult. But I Do Try.

I Wondered Where The Person Was Who Had Taken My Place, Who Wanted To Know What News People Had Been Told. I'm Always Looking For The Person Who Replaces Me, Who Thinks The Things I Do, Who Fills In For Me When I'm Not There. I Know There Is Someone Younger Than Me Doing What I Did And Someone Older Doing What I Will Do, And Someone My Age Being Just Like Me.

I Certainly Want To Portray The Importance Of Friendship. I Had Noticed In Movies And Tv Shows That Friends Often Treated One Another Terribly, And My Friends, The Few I Have, Are Never Cruel To Me Or Unkind, So I Wanted To Convey That.

Some Ego Is Involved Because I Guess One Wants To Be Perceived As A Good Clown And One Puts One's Name On The Art; But It's So Hard To Do Anything In Life, Trapped As We Are In Our Bodies, That Is Purely Selfless For Others... Somehow The Self Is Always Involved.