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Serious business, life shouldn't be this fucking hard. I sit back and just kind of go, woah. Not just my life. Compared to the majority of people, my life is peaches and cream.
What am I supposed to do when I feel like my life has no direction. I'm out on my own soon. I'll be working a 9-5, paying bills, and relaxing on weekends. The same drill. OVER AND OVER again. And for what? So I can grow old and die? Sounds...fun. Sounds very promising.
Sure...maybe I'll meet a great guy and marry him. We'll start a family together. Then, I'll have a reason to live...I'll need to help my family grow. But right now? That seems like bullshit. Some fucked up fantasy that's never going to be reached. What if I grow to be a crazy cat lady? Or...instead of doing the fun shit that I should make time for, I stay at home and watch tv or read books while eating Ben and Jerry's. I become this 800 pound lard ass. As soon as I know it, I have 12 cats and I'm 56 years old...still sitting on the same couch...watching the same tv.
What kind of life is that?
I hate this feeling. What I hate more than this feeling is knowing that other people feel this too...and actaully are that 800 pound lard ass. Or, someone really does have a shitty life...living on the streets, hoping they can find enough newspaper to cover them up on a bench in NE.
I hate that more.
Maybe...I am ready to go...
What am I supposed to do when I feel like my life has no direction. I'm out on my own soon. I'll be working a 9-5, paying bills, and relaxing on weekends. The same drill. OVER AND OVER again. And for what? So I can grow old and die? Sounds...fun. Sounds very promising.
Sure...maybe I'll meet a great guy and marry him. We'll start a family together. Then, I'll have a reason to live...I'll need to help my family grow. But right now? That seems like bullshit. Some fucked up fantasy that's never going to be reached. What if I grow to be a crazy cat lady? Or...instead of doing the fun shit that I should make time for, I stay at home and watch tv or read books while eating Ben and Jerry's. I become this 800 pound lard ass. As soon as I know it, I have 12 cats and I'm 56 years old...still sitting on the same couch...watching the same tv.
What kind of life is that?
I hate this feeling. What I hate more than this feeling is knowing that other people feel this too...and actaully are that 800 pound lard ass. Or, someone really does have a shitty life...living on the streets, hoping they can find enough newspaper to cover them up on a bench in NE.
I hate that more.
Maybe...I am ready to go...