feeling beige
we live to work constantly to make money so we can live to work constantly to make money...ect.
then we die. so what's the point? our whole lives are dedicated to making money so that we can
live...to make money. thats all. is there another point to life? if there is, i'm not seeing it.
that seems to be the only thing anyone has to do in life. work. you gotta make money becoz
without money you can't live. what a boring mundane existance.
we're adults now, life is downhill from here.
i'll do something important someday.
why do i get like this at night? never any other time. just only when alone at night.
i want out. as soon as i can, i leave. start new somewhere else. away from him, her, them,
everyone. and will i miss them? no. not one bit.
i'm done feeling beige. but can i change it. maybe. i can sure as hell try. but success is not
guarenteed.
i hate feeling beige.
pointless
then we die. so what's the point? our whole lives are dedicated to making money so that we can
live...to make money. thats all. is there another point to life? if there is, i'm not seeing it.
that seems to be the only thing anyone has to do in life. work. you gotta make money becoz
without money you can't live. what a boring mundane existance.
we're adults now, life is downhill from here.
i'll do something important someday.
why do i get like this at night? never any other time. just only when alone at night.
i want out. as soon as i can, i leave. start new somewhere else. away from him, her, them,
everyone. and will i miss them? no. not one bit.
i'm done feeling beige. but can i change it. maybe. i can sure as hell try. but success is not
guarenteed.
i hate feeling beige.
pointless