Senior
So I guess I am officially a senior. Is it bad that the only difference between the freshman me and the senior me is the fact that I know most people are fucked up and you shouldn't take their ideas or feelings into consideration when it comes to you? I do realize such statement may seem somewhat cold yet that is true. Those people who claim to have a heart are used by those who are considered broken every single day. They suck the vitality out of those with a heart even when all they wanted was to help. Now tell me if that kind of world isn't fucked up? The sad part? Most people are now considered broken and by hiding within bitterness or just plain deceit they harm and break those who could have put them together again.
So one more year before I graduate and go to what is considered the real world. Let me conceal my excitement why don't I? One more year before I am forced to become independent and loose the leash my sister has put around my neck just to gain the one that society enforces. The thought, to say the truth, isn't too calming at all. It's jus that lately I've been around people whose beliefs aren't even close in essence to mine and whose stubborness make quite a rival to mine and I can't help but realize how many factors one has to equate into human relations.
Everything used to be so simple, yet as always, there was something to detonate reality and it all tumbled down. I can actually, sadly enough, pinpoint the time in which I actually aquired a slightly bitter attitude towards that around me. I don't truly consider it being bitter though more than just modifying my reality to be more genearly realistic. If that made any sense to anyone besides me, kudos to you.
I have one year to grow up before it all crashes down on me and the first thing I know I have to do is take control of where I'm headed. That's what I plan to do.
So one more year before I graduate and go to what is considered the real world. Let me conceal my excitement why don't I? One more year before I am forced to become independent and loose the leash my sister has put around my neck just to gain the one that society enforces. The thought, to say the truth, isn't too calming at all. It's jus that lately I've been around people whose beliefs aren't even close in essence to mine and whose stubborness make quite a rival to mine and I can't help but realize how many factors one has to equate into human relations.
Everything used to be so simple, yet as always, there was something to detonate reality and it all tumbled down. I can actually, sadly enough, pinpoint the time in which I actually aquired a slightly bitter attitude towards that around me. I don't truly consider it being bitter though more than just modifying my reality to be more genearly realistic. If that made any sense to anyone besides me, kudos to you.
I have one year to grow up before it all crashes down on me and the first thing I know I have to do is take control of where I'm headed. That's what I plan to do.