a Facebook Status started it All

so for anyone out there asking:
yeah, I'm struggling, juggling my life day to day. living it right from pay to pay. my play is work and I work to get paid. Don't wish to get laid. But im lonely and use the local sound to soothe me. How do i prove to myself that im not just some groupie. The more i put myself out there the less i feel my beauty. The more i love the music the less i love the person. The more i amend myself the more my world worsens. if i keep on in this shit my spirit will never find Emerson. i barely have time to breathe not to mention sleep. finally found a way out of negativity and the company i keep. i want to find my rightful place, for that i still seek. im living with the meek... and the dull. From all over the city i still need to haul. but i barely have the time so im beating on my skull. i need to see it all come together and fit into light. so i can escape my heart's dark hole. but It's seems that more than me my lovers play their part. what does the world care if everyday i produce them art? only few feel my mark, it's not like im making a million postcards. But hey what can i say. im not just dwindling away. Im proud of how sober i still stay while i keep my habits at bay. Funny part is this is all in response to "What's on your mind?". Then all of this dribble kept pouring out behind. and i couldn't find the right lines... to make it fit in the status box. and now i feel like I'm a chatter box. but this is the first time I triumphed over mental blocks despite all these stupid tick-tock clocks. and now the awaited aftershocks....