just more fucking buildings for our government to demolish.
arguments level lives. i've been neglecting the importance of variance acceptance and as a result i find resentment is constant and tolerance is diminishing.
it isn't as if i view myself as a role model to all the uncertain... it's just that... fuck... i can't seem to find ample confirmation and support for who it is i am working toward.
on those days where i'm caught within the confines of a mini epiphany, i can't think of a single person i could approach with my found enlightenment.
i'm either insecure or conceited.
and so...
these thoughts are stowed away in a hard cover journal, never to be analyzed or released again. i have theories and a big heart. 2 essentials to a source for impact.
i can place myself on a pedestal where i am this almighty ruler, where my thoughts can change peoples lives... but when i wake up, i stand behind a counter 5 days a week.
i prepare non-fat, no foam lattes spitefully, ride home, hop into bed.
and repeat.
i am a bottom feeder with high hopes that one day the right person will ask me the right question and place me on a pedestal them self.
did you ever wish you were invisible? you might revoke that wish upon moving to a place where blood shed is just a fucking unwanted stain on your armani suit.
and this is just new york's fucking bastard child. midwestern trash making only midwestern cash... my heart goes out to the east coast baristas and the self loathing placed upon them by high end yuppies.
maybe a city isn't where dreams come true, it's just where with a stupid fucking degree... a salary waits for you. contrary to popular belief, higher populations don't provide a deeper meaning to life...
it's just a fucking humanity concentrate where there will always be more of those who offended you.
don't misunderstand me and assume that i hate my life, i'm just having trouble plotting my next move.
it isn't as if i view myself as a role model to all the uncertain... it's just that... fuck... i can't seem to find ample confirmation and support for who it is i am working toward.
on those days where i'm caught within the confines of a mini epiphany, i can't think of a single person i could approach with my found enlightenment.
i'm either insecure or conceited.
and so...
these thoughts are stowed away in a hard cover journal, never to be analyzed or released again. i have theories and a big heart. 2 essentials to a source for impact.
i can place myself on a pedestal where i am this almighty ruler, where my thoughts can change peoples lives... but when i wake up, i stand behind a counter 5 days a week.
i prepare non-fat, no foam lattes spitefully, ride home, hop into bed.
and repeat.
i am a bottom feeder with high hopes that one day the right person will ask me the right question and place me on a pedestal them self.
did you ever wish you were invisible? you might revoke that wish upon moving to a place where blood shed is just a fucking unwanted stain on your armani suit.
and this is just new york's fucking bastard child. midwestern trash making only midwestern cash... my heart goes out to the east coast baristas and the self loathing placed upon them by high end yuppies.
maybe a city isn't where dreams come true, it's just where with a stupid fucking degree... a salary waits for you. contrary to popular belief, higher populations don't provide a deeper meaning to life...
it's just a fucking humanity concentrate where there will always be more of those who offended you.
don't misunderstand me and assume that i hate my life, i'm just having trouble plotting my next move.