Wish I could just go to New York, perform my songs, then retreat to Chicago, to sit in my den and make music. I just want my peace of mind, some solitude, and creative freedom. I am distracted by so much. False friends. Worthless slave-wage-based jobs. Philosophical lies. Cultural and global collective ignorance. What is all this nonsense I subject myself to? And on top of it all I have the audacity to give into the fear of not being something great, of not knowing myself, reality, and what I want to accomplish. These fears are pathetic and I should never have to face them. I am an artist, crying for expression, suffering for my own humanity and individualism, something most people rob you of. I must attain. I must attain.

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