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It's always been said, "My life would make the worst movie."
Well I just realized exactly why my life would make the worst movie. Because it's the same damn shit over and over and over and over again.
Is there a way to break it?
Or am I stuck in a circular plotline for the rest of my existence?
It's odd once you been around a few times. That's when you start to see the similarities. The patterns.
Here I am at 20 sick to death of this cycle. When I think of doing this for 20, no even 10 more years, it makes me fucking crazy.
Are we all destined to make friends with the same types of people in the same scenarios each year? Each era of our lives? I can find strange correlations between my elementary school life, middle school life, high school life, and now in College Station. Or is that just my brain searching for patterns? No, I ruled out that possibility because it's the same room with the same furniture and the same loneliness and the same damn celing.
maybe just different colors.
Extreme change has been the only thing on my mind recently and obviously I continue to repeat myself in these fucking livejournal entries, but Jesus H. Christ when will I make it happen? When will someone come in to my life and make it happen?
I think I'm just full of false hope.
Well I just realized exactly why my life would make the worst movie. Because it's the same damn shit over and over and over and over again.
Is there a way to break it?
Or am I stuck in a circular plotline for the rest of my existence?
It's odd once you been around a few times. That's when you start to see the similarities. The patterns.
Here I am at 20 sick to death of this cycle. When I think of doing this for 20, no even 10 more years, it makes me fucking crazy.
Are we all destined to make friends with the same types of people in the same scenarios each year? Each era of our lives? I can find strange correlations between my elementary school life, middle school life, high school life, and now in College Station. Or is that just my brain searching for patterns? No, I ruled out that possibility because it's the same room with the same furniture and the same loneliness and the same damn celing.
maybe just different colors.
Extreme change has been the only thing on my mind recently and obviously I continue to repeat myself in these fucking livejournal entries, but Jesus H. Christ when will I make it happen? When will someone come in to my life and make it happen?
I think I'm just full of false hope.