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I Can Feel The Pressure
posted on Wednesday, April 8, 2009 @ 7:01 PM
"Here's to screaming at the top of our lungs
out in the middle of nowhere."

I have absolutely no reason to feel this way right now.
That doesn't mean that I don't though.
I sang loudly alone for the first time in awhile.
Well, alone for the most part.
By alone, I mean only that no one was listening.
And by no one was listening, I just wasn't paying attention to if anyone was or not.
Was someone listening? Of course they were.
But for five minutes I could honestly say I've sang like no one could hear me.
It was so nice to experience to the point where I didn't care when someone acknowledged me.
I need to start doing that a little more.
For me.

As selfish as it seems, I find it fitting.
I need something, some sort of an outlet to let things out.
I still haven't found that.
And I don't think it's necessarily a matter of someone deciding the need to help me.
I don't need help.
I need an outlet.
Since having someone to talk to doesn't seem to help...
Maybe music would.

Well, I'd hope that SOMETHING comes along and fills that void.
I'm not sure how long I could go before I explode.
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