i've got the mic but you've got the mosh pit
It's only been a week. It feels like longer. This new year is stuck on slow motion. I'm slowly cleaning my apartment. I did the dishes of things that have been sitting around my apartment for the past week. There's a huge mount of laundry that I keep ignoring. I will have to run it tonight. I'm out of Tupelo shirts after tonight's shift. I'm sure I could find one that's not as dirty as the rest. We'll see. Great intentions, little motivation. It's why I tend to look like I dressed in the dark. Very little motivation.
I feel vacant. Lights on, no one's there. (come and rob me) Every mundane task feels invaded by the questions of what ARE you doing with your life? How the HELL did you get to THIS point? What do you want to do? It's aggravating. I'm in no mood to contemplate my current state of affairs. I want no state of the union address. I know it's long over due. I also keep thinking I'll wake up. This has to be a dream, right? This can't possibly be what I labored 16 years of school for. Even the heart break feels mediocre, fabricated. Really? That's all? It's only been a week, this fees like quick sand. If I don't struggle, I won't go under quickly, just slowly sinking.
There are plenty of articles about people my age. We're not hitting the life goals people the generation before us hit. We're not improving our careers, we're not seeking or settling with life partners, we're not putting money down on houses, we're not getting married and having babies. Purgatory. Peter Pan's lost boys (and girls). We're collectively f(l)ailing.
Don't try, just do. There is no try.
That isn't helping.
I feel vacant. Lights on, no one's there. (come and rob me) Every mundane task feels invaded by the questions of what ARE you doing with your life? How the HELL did you get to THIS point? What do you want to do? It's aggravating. I'm in no mood to contemplate my current state of affairs. I want no state of the union address. I know it's long over due. I also keep thinking I'll wake up. This has to be a dream, right? This can't possibly be what I labored 16 years of school for. Even the heart break feels mediocre, fabricated. Really? That's all? It's only been a week, this fees like quick sand. If I don't struggle, I won't go under quickly, just slowly sinking.
There are plenty of articles about people my age. We're not hitting the life goals people the generation before us hit. We're not improving our careers, we're not seeking or settling with life partners, we're not putting money down on houses, we're not getting married and having babies. Purgatory. Peter Pan's lost boys (and girls). We're collectively f(l)ailing.
Don't try, just do. There is no try.
That isn't helping.