Has become just another one of my failures.
It screams of failure to inform, to entertain, to inspire or to in any way bring anything positive whatsoever to the life of a single other person in this world.
More than that, it screams of failure to help or improve myself in any way.
I think I’d get about as much satisfaction from saying the things I say here, to a brick wall. At least if I told my thoughts to inanimate objects (as long as nobody else was around to see me chatting with concrete, of course) I wouldn’t be embarrassing myself or wasting anybody’s time.
If you think it’s worth saving me… go and tell a brick wall all about it or something.
This is what I plan to do for the rest of the day;
In particular I plan to nail the the slightly crazy sections.
(Do me a favour and actually listen to that, ^ yeah? That guy is my favourite composer right now, because he writes piano music that is pretty and soulful and within the immediate scope of my capabilities).