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So today, I’m bored, and at school. I’m at the internet lab with these other people as bored as I am. Sometimes, I think boredom is contagious. But what the heck, I don’t really care.
Anyway, this morning, I just realized that I’m turning twenty on Sunday. I would have been suddenly sucked into a place of introspection and reflection but I thought, what does it matter? Would it really matter? I just think it’s pointless. It just wouldn’t matter. With all the changes that occur simultaneously every day, trying to find the answers that would make me see the life I've lived for 20 years and anticipate for more 20 years is just useless. Not to mention corny.
And yeah, there are still a lot of things I would love to do, for example, write or smoke good weed. To think of all the things I’ve done before is just an utter waste of time. If I want those things to happen, I should probably start now. I’m not getting any younger.
Anyway, this morning, I just realized that I’m turning twenty on Sunday. I would have been suddenly sucked into a place of introspection and reflection but I thought, what does it matter? Would it really matter? I just think it’s pointless. It just wouldn’t matter. With all the changes that occur simultaneously every day, trying to find the answers that would make me see the life I've lived for 20 years and anticipate for more 20 years is just useless. Not to mention corny.
And yeah, there are still a lot of things I would love to do, for example, write or smoke good weed. To think of all the things I’ve done before is just an utter waste of time. If I want those things to happen, I should probably start now. I’m not getting any younger.