the facebooked generation.
Sometimes I feel so frivolous, self centered, and detached.
And then I remember that it's just my way of avoiding my former self, who was melodramatic, neurotic, and obsessive. It also is a result of me being on 15 mg of Lexapro every day.
Neither "way of being" is really good, but people seem to like the latter better. The latter is nicer. Fun to bring to parties. Confident.
She also refuses to admit her true feelings, or form any real attachment with almost anyone, for fear of turning them off with her intense, manic personality. She drinks a lot, says whatever she's thinking, (even if it's inappropriate) and doesn't give a shit about breaking the heart of a man she once loved.
She is too tired to care. Rather than breaking down and crying she calls everyone on her phone looking for a party, looking for an excuse not to think.
She still loves, but she knows she's being stupid, fucking around, and isn't sure if she can tell the difference between love, lust, and need. In short-she's afraid she'll fuck up...again. and again.
She used to hate herself. Now she doesn't hate herself, but simply "dislikes" herself. Hate is too strong of a word.
She is part of the social networking generation. Her entire life story is mapped out for all to see with the click of a button, and every moment of her life is documented on the internet for all to judge. She no longer has any sense of privacy, she has no secrets that aren't revealed for all in her blog or "about me" section.
The sad thing?
Most other people my age are exactly like this too.
And then I remember that it's just my way of avoiding my former self, who was melodramatic, neurotic, and obsessive. It also is a result of me being on 15 mg of Lexapro every day.
Neither "way of being" is really good, but people seem to like the latter better. The latter is nicer. Fun to bring to parties. Confident.
She also refuses to admit her true feelings, or form any real attachment with almost anyone, for fear of turning them off with her intense, manic personality. She drinks a lot, says whatever she's thinking, (even if it's inappropriate) and doesn't give a shit about breaking the heart of a man she once loved.
She is too tired to care. Rather than breaking down and crying she calls everyone on her phone looking for a party, looking for an excuse not to think.
She still loves, but she knows she's being stupid, fucking around, and isn't sure if she can tell the difference between love, lust, and need. In short-she's afraid she'll fuck up...again. and again.
She used to hate herself. Now she doesn't hate herself, but simply "dislikes" herself. Hate is too strong of a word.
She is part of the social networking generation. Her entire life story is mapped out for all to see with the click of a button, and every moment of her life is documented on the internet for all to judge. She no longer has any sense of privacy, she has no secrets that aren't revealed for all in her blog or "about me" section.
The sad thing?
Most other people my age are exactly like this too.