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Okay so I feel like I am making some really self-destructive decisions wiht my life. Right now I am just exsisitng with my own idea of what life should be, where my life should go. And those things and places are not at all the glamorous things that I have dreamt of...ever.
I wonder if everyone comes to a point where they realize that life isn't and probably never will be what they thought it should be. Things happen. Stuff changes. You realize your own limitations. You realize the limitations of other people. You realize the limitations that people put on you.
And then other stuff happens. People walk away. People hurt you. People leave. People die.
All you have left is a mediocre version of the hopes you were naieve enough to carry as a child, like your barbie lunch box.
I wonder if everyone comes to a point where they realize that life isn't and probably never will be what they thought it should be. Things happen. Stuff changes. You realize your own limitations. You realize the limitations of other people. You realize the limitations that people put on you.
And then other stuff happens. People walk away. People hurt you. People leave. People die.
All you have left is a mediocre version of the hopes you were naieve enough to carry as a child, like your barbie lunch box.