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The Journal of Andrew S Adams ahh... i'm scared.
03/25/2003 05:07 a.m.
in the last couple of days, i dont know why, i've had so many random people tell me they like my shit (poetry, art, photography, etc.)... and i dunno, it's so weird for me to get that. honestly, i dont think that i match the talent of very many people on here. i look at the people i admire on this site, and i'm actually getting recognized by them... it's such a weird feeling. like i'm getting all sorts of stuff from BCP, Aiko, jersey... etc- and these are poets i look up to. not to mention the complete strangers from outta nowhere and shit... i just dont understand- why do my feelings and how i express them mean anything to anyone but me and my close friends? it's crazy. a million times thank you, thank you, thank you for all of you who have supported me and keep me writing and takin photos and doin my art and everything... i do it for me, but i guess i do it for you, too.
i love you all...
:-) I am currently Blessed
I am listening to get up kids- the worst idea
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