tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-171568432011-11-13T16:28:47.384-06:00One writer's view from the window of her ice cream castle.Alecia Monacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303213799106742102noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17156843.post-74966358038282412162011-02-14T18:36:00.000-06:002011-02-14T18:36:41.789-06:00Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.<br /><br />I'm angry. I'm filled with total self disgust, self loathing, self...yeah. I'm filled with myself, I'm sick of myself, I can't get out of myself, and I sit, to quote The Bell Jar, in my own sour air.<br /><br />I am an artist with no skill. I have meager talent but never had the means or opportunity to learn how to do anything useful in the artistic realm. I have a creative mind but no means of expression that I can be proud of.<br /><br />I feel like a total failure.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17156843-7496635803828241216?l=aleciamonaco.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alecia Monacohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08303213799106742102noreply@blogger.com2