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i am, so excited t go to shanghai and leave this life full of people who behave as adolescents behind me, and when I get back insist that they act reasonably
maybe because I did s much stupid shit at a younger age I dont have as much tolerance for it- or rather, interest in having people in my life that engage in it
like waiting up until 5 am to let someone in, who chose to come back in a car with a dude who has been drinking and has a million DUIs, - i could make minor complaints but the only one that matters because the only one to learn from is, how hard it is to care about people who act so recklessly, so inconsiderately.
the only response I can permit myself because the only one that feels constructive is, anticipating escape into reliance on my own self who I can trust not to break my heart over stupid shit
the main sentiment i would like to mention is an alegritude that I will be in an adult scenario, in a small study where I can read and write all day, within less than a month, and that it will hopefully continue. If there's one thing this summer has taught me it is the endless disappointment of the banality of the ways the richest generation in the history of the species amuses themselves- what a disappointment the USA is, a metaphor for a relationship into which love is poured without much in return. all that our species has in return for sacrificing the planet t make a country of prosperity, is a cohort f cornfed nincompoops with screenprinted t shirts.
moreover with each passing minute my pity is overcome by uncomprehending anger
maybe because I did s much stupid shit at a younger age I dont have as much tolerance for it- or rather, interest in having people in my life that engage in it
like waiting up until 5 am to let someone in, who chose to come back in a car with a dude who has been drinking and has a million DUIs, - i could make minor complaints but the only one that matters because the only one to learn from is, how hard it is to care about people who act so recklessly, so inconsiderately.
the only response I can permit myself because the only one that feels constructive is, anticipating escape into reliance on my own self who I can trust not to break my heart over stupid shit
the main sentiment i would like to mention is an alegritude that I will be in an adult scenario, in a small study where I can read and write all day, within less than a month, and that it will hopefully continue. If there's one thing this summer has taught me it is the endless disappointment of the banality of the ways the richest generation in the history of the species amuses themselves- what a disappointment the USA is, a metaphor for a relationship into which love is poured without much in return. all that our species has in return for sacrificing the planet t make a country of prosperity, is a cohort f cornfed nincompoops with screenprinted t shirts.
moreover with each passing minute my pity is overcome by uncomprehending anger