unimagination

I don't know what my passion is anymore.

Theatre has caught me and is not letting go of me yet.

My outlet is my acting.

My creativity is not of the extraordinary.

I cannot create something out of nothing.

I can take pictures and modify it--that is taking something and making it something else.

That's different.

One can have trouble doing that.

I learned that that is an insult unless it is your own creation that you are altering.

I am still bitter about it.

But, I am forcing myself not to care because the people who I love the most and who has the same passion that I have as of now told me to.

I am forgetting about because I feel that they care, and I do to.

I badly want to do something different, and with acting, I can make it possible.

But, I am not satisfied.

There is still something missing.

I do not know what it is yet, but I know that there is still something missing in my life.

I feel that I can do better.

I feel that I can do better.

I feel that I can do better.

Is there something that is stopping me right now?

Is there something that hinders me from doing something that I really want to do?

How would I know that if I can't even figure out what I want to do?

Sigh...

It is pathetic.

It's like I can't figure out who I am or where I want to be.

It's like I am imprisoned by something that can easily be taken off.

I feel forced to conform.

I feel that there is this really shiny marble that I want, but can't seem to get.

It is inside me.

I know it is.

But, the fact that I can't get it frustrates me.

What shall I do?

I wonder.

I really do.