Punk rock destroys your soul

On my white table now are some dirt spots, because it’s difficult to wipe your table clean when there are things on it. On it are my laptop which where I do most of my work and download most of my stuff. It is also where I am typing this now and communicating with you. Playing in the background is Simon Joyner's happy woman, but next on the list is Slipstream's healing hands and Soltero's communist love song. In my left corner is a tin mug of cold water because it gets a bit dry in my room, and I prefer to stay hydrated. And next to it is also a different water bottle than my purple one because I left it downstairs. I remember it was quite a rushed night going home as it always is. Adorned on the shelving section of my table are a myriad of photographs, mainly snapped from my cam. But there are two, which are not. They remind me of the good things that happened in my life, and they are usually people, like my mom and dad, brothers, friends, neighborhood items as well as my dog. Usually, I don't type like this, but there's something simple that I hope gets conveyed here. Maybe I don't like typing my emotions out all the time because they're usually uncollected and it's not the best way to express them online. I like to tell people things, because it feels like I’m sharing my life somehow, that I’m not alone in this world. Is there fear in loneliness? But sometimes I like being alone. It allows me to gather my thoughts and launch my next attack on the unsuspecting denizens of the world. I don't like being unprepared and being caught off guard. That is probably why I spend so much time thinking, I like to know how things work, and scrape below the surface. Perhaps I should have been an archeologist, but somehow the thought never came into my mind. I ended up studying IT and then Psychology even though I’m more an artist than a scientist. But I still can't paint properly and I just imagine that I’m a Picasso, but really, all I do is play doodle. I think that to be a true artist, you don't tell the instrument what to do, but the instrument tells you what to do. Until you become the instrument, you will never become an artist.

I think I should leave now, because while this is somewhat detailed, I think it’s terribly boring for you to read it. But I think that's why I wrote it in the first place.