Christ.
What the hell are we doing? All of us. Are we pretentious enough to think that our actions matter, that we can make a difference? Are we? And if we don't believe we'll make a difference, why are we bothering?
We aren't special. We aren't different. We aren't unique. We're the same as millions of other kids with hopes and dreams that are all bullshit and worthless. Got a dream? Who doesn't? So fucking what. You think anything's going to come of that? Are you going to be that famous actor? You going to discover some scientific secret? Cure cancer? Fuck that. You won't, and we all know it. Top ten percent of your class, mixed in with the top ten percent of thousands of other classes. You think you're top ten percent in those? Because you're not.
I'm in a terrible terrible mood. Holy crap. Catch me later and I'll be cheerful happy-go-lucky the world is always right Laura. That's the me I like being and I'll stick with her. But right now, I feel like collapsing in a heap and sobbing. Jesus. And not for any good reason, either. I'm a fucking mess. Hold it together. Always holding. Because my problems are unimportant and pointless. Other people have bigger problems, and even their problems don't mean shit. Don't pay attention to them, they'll go away, and take care of themselves. Don't think. Thank you Mick Napier. Don't fucking think. Do something. Anything. Now look at what you did. Good. Do something else.
Hah. Breathe. Quit whining, shutup, breathe, and listen. It doesn't matter. It never has mattered. It never will matter. Its pointless. Its college. Fuck it and run. It'd be a lot easier to shrug off if it didn't cost 160,000 dollars. But its just one thing. And you CAN do it, because you've done it before and you're going to do it again. Fuck sleep. You don't need sleep. Live. Just fucking let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
Its going. Holy crap, its going. Just letting my words run on gets rid of it. I'm good now. I've always been good. Always will be good. Just gotta let it go. Oh well, a touch of grey kind of suits you anyway. That was all I had to say. It's alright. I will get by. I will get by. I will get by. I will survive.
We aren't special. We aren't different. We aren't unique. We're the same as millions of other kids with hopes and dreams that are all bullshit and worthless. Got a dream? Who doesn't? So fucking what. You think anything's going to come of that? Are you going to be that famous actor? You going to discover some scientific secret? Cure cancer? Fuck that. You won't, and we all know it. Top ten percent of your class, mixed in with the top ten percent of thousands of other classes. You think you're top ten percent in those? Because you're not.
I'm in a terrible terrible mood. Holy crap. Catch me later and I'll be cheerful happy-go-lucky the world is always right Laura. That's the me I like being and I'll stick with her. But right now, I feel like collapsing in a heap and sobbing. Jesus. And not for any good reason, either. I'm a fucking mess. Hold it together. Always holding. Because my problems are unimportant and pointless. Other people have bigger problems, and even their problems don't mean shit. Don't pay attention to them, they'll go away, and take care of themselves. Don't think. Thank you Mick Napier. Don't fucking think. Do something. Anything. Now look at what you did. Good. Do something else.
Hah. Breathe. Quit whining, shutup, breathe, and listen. It doesn't matter. It never has mattered. It never will matter. Its pointless. Its college. Fuck it and run. It'd be a lot easier to shrug off if it didn't cost 160,000 dollars. But its just one thing. And you CAN do it, because you've done it before and you're going to do it again. Fuck sleep. You don't need sleep. Live. Just fucking let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
Its going. Holy crap, its going. Just letting my words run on gets rid of it. I'm good now. I've always been good. Always will be good. Just gotta let it go. Oh well, a touch of grey kind of suits you anyway. That was all I had to say. It's alright. I will get by. I will get by. I will get by. I will survive.