I’m neither correct or incorrect in anything I say, it’s just words scrambled up into thoughts. That means nothing in the end.
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Back to the quote.
A kid with bad grades isn’t a bad kid and a kid with good grades isn’t a good kid. The grade you get determines nothing.
A B C D F. That’s what a school tells you that you’re.
When I left school I was a C more like a C-
School told me I was average and my thoughts and ideas were wrong.
Art was a bad idea and I’ll fail, competition is the main focus in life. The more money you make after college you’re happy. Not letting me have ideas or thoughts.
Pretty much every thought I ever had in school or an idea I had, I was rejected and told no.
Art is a waste of time it means nothing, but everything else is important.
I understand why people are depressed and have emotional issues. Think about suicide and all these “diseases”
I’m 100% sure if a hospital tested me I would test insane. You’re labeled into thinking you’re something that you’re really aren’t. Confusing yourself into a sickness.
There’s a saying that says that every artist is insane and crazy. I’m telling you that’s exactly correct. For doing something that is normal to you, but crazy to others.
This world is nothing much but labels.
When shut down, your thoughts are never happy or positive. It’s as if no one even cares about you but yourself.
You’re the only one that believes. A lonely road, but a happy one. It’s how you perceive the world. You live in your reality and only see what you see.
In school this is what happened to me.
Just handed sheets of paper to do and things to fill out and after filing these papers up I got a letter grade.
Like a machine working an order out to make a outcome. The same thing everytime.
A machine even grades papers at this time. Miles and miles of scantrons.
Whatever the outcome is, that’s who you’re.
A big letter C, walking around with legs and arms. Lost and a confused stepping throughout this empty world.
People don’t look at who for you really are. Just a letter grade. Or number score. Or for your label.
I’m becoming better than you, A B C D F 1, 2, 3,4,
It becomes a competition.
The society rejects you for who you really are, then you are set free in this confusing world.
School is not for everyone, it’s a thing you’re forced into. That you have to accept.
In a way school makes you more lost than finding yourself. But that was just me. Everything I was thinking was wrong.
Felt very empty and scared like a shadow chasing itself down a endless hallway.
Create and find yourself.
School doesn’t teach you about the self just the outside world and everything around you but rarely anything from within.
If you make art and have ideas or any dream in general, I’m a person that has no idea who you’re. Talking through the interwebs telling you that it’s possible. If that’s what it takes that’s what it takes.
I’m telling you that your dreams are possible, people will have things to say and many opinions. Your dreams lay within your hands. You just have to ignore the ignorance.
If you look at every other artist in all forms of art, they’re appreciated, but the ones in the “making” no one cares about. No person is greater than the other. Anything is capable.
We all see are dreams it’s just we give up and don’t believe. No one even believes in each other in this world. There are more dream crushers than supports. That’s just the way it goes.
Your dreams are in your hands at this very moment.
When I say these words if you feel anger or aggressive towards me, I did nothing but say what I believe.
Just a single thought that doesn’t even matter in the end.
I ask for no war.
Love is the only thing I ask for in exchange.
Chaotic Shapes 