thoughts from a broken engine...
everyone's got their thing... whether they are at a job 9 to 5 that they love, a job 9 to 5 that they hate, a full-time student with lots of goals and no money, the 7 million dollar athlete who isn't happy....
in the end it's all the same. we're all the same person when we go to bed at night. full of unrealistic expectations of ourselves and unfulfilled promises we've made what seems like decades ago yet is still on the back of our minds.
we're all the same. and the world don't stop.
we've all been happy, we've all had that climax moment of weeks in life that we re-live over and over again in our head, especially at night...when the air is thick and seems to give weight to thoughts that did not bother us during the day when we were busy, doing what...
the same ol' bullshit that we do every day and yet our world seems at a standstill....stagnant. dead air. while life goes on. but really, does it...
we're all the same.
we've all had that first love, we've all had that broken heart. it's a broken record being echoed every night by thousands of sleepless individuals that are in bed so they can get up early to do what...
we think we are special, even better than someone else...but are we? what makes us an individual. what really separates you from me. your genome, your physical makeup...but mentally we are all the same. and yet all this can end in less than a second. when you least expect it. and when you look back on yourself that fateful day, are you going to be satisfied...or will you think if only i _____.
we're all the same. and yet, the world don't stop. it don't stop for none of us. but what does that even mean, really... it's as useless as the bad grammar it's cliched worn-out overused phrase is made out of.
silly of me, to think that i...
attitude and intelligence can only get you so far in this repetitive cycle of blandness. the rest is up to you, the you that lurks inside.
why do you live 2 lives...one that everyone knows, and one that's hidden and tucked away.
why are you like every other freakin person on this planet. you live up to other peoples' standards, other people that are just like you, with their similar set of problems...
set your own standards. stop staring at your list of goals or going over them mentally in your head. stop waiting for the right day. tomorrow is no different than yesterday or today. stop making excuses for yourself. only weak people depend on excuses. and what are you...
sorry to be dramatic, but i'm tired of the same thing every day...the same cycle. waking up, if i went to bed the night before, and spending an hour getting dressed and cleaned up for what... who am i trying to impress? nobody cares except me. going to class and taking notes so fast that i don't have time to comprehend the material. coming home, eating the same lunch i ate yesterday...watching the same programs on tv that i watched yesterday, listening to the same song again. crashing to get 3 hours of sleep if i'm lucky to make up for the sleep i missed the night before. running to the store to get a few 2 liter bottles of caffeine to keep me up for the night ahead while i wearily study for the test that's in the morning. the whole time asking myself why i didn't get started on studying x earlier... not realizing that it was because i didn't have the time. and then coming home defeated the next day after doing a less than desired job on the test...a test just like the test before. the same questions and format, just a different subject...
haha, this is depressing man. this is what pharmacy school does to you. i'm so having the livest party on the east coast when graduation comes and puffy will be there...or he'll hear about it....maybe? haha, whatever. back to studying for text x tomorrow.
?brian?
in the end it's all the same. we're all the same person when we go to bed at night. full of unrealistic expectations of ourselves and unfulfilled promises we've made what seems like decades ago yet is still on the back of our minds.
we're all the same. and the world don't stop.
we've all been happy, we've all had that climax moment of weeks in life that we re-live over and over again in our head, especially at night...when the air is thick and seems to give weight to thoughts that did not bother us during the day when we were busy, doing what...
the same ol' bullshit that we do every day and yet our world seems at a standstill....stagnant. dead air. while life goes on. but really, does it...
we're all the same.
we've all had that first love, we've all had that broken heart. it's a broken record being echoed every night by thousands of sleepless individuals that are in bed so they can get up early to do what...
we think we are special, even better than someone else...but are we? what makes us an individual. what really separates you from me. your genome, your physical makeup...but mentally we are all the same. and yet all this can end in less than a second. when you least expect it. and when you look back on yourself that fateful day, are you going to be satisfied...or will you think if only i _____.
we're all the same. and yet, the world don't stop. it don't stop for none of us. but what does that even mean, really... it's as useless as the bad grammar it's cliched worn-out overused phrase is made out of.
silly of me, to think that i...
attitude and intelligence can only get you so far in this repetitive cycle of blandness. the rest is up to you, the you that lurks inside.
why do you live 2 lives...one that everyone knows, and one that's hidden and tucked away.
why are you like every other freakin person on this planet. you live up to other peoples' standards, other people that are just like you, with their similar set of problems...
set your own standards. stop staring at your list of goals or going over them mentally in your head. stop waiting for the right day. tomorrow is no different than yesterday or today. stop making excuses for yourself. only weak people depend on excuses. and what are you...
sorry to be dramatic, but i'm tired of the same thing every day...the same cycle. waking up, if i went to bed the night before, and spending an hour getting dressed and cleaned up for what... who am i trying to impress? nobody cares except me. going to class and taking notes so fast that i don't have time to comprehend the material. coming home, eating the same lunch i ate yesterday...watching the same programs on tv that i watched yesterday, listening to the same song again. crashing to get 3 hours of sleep if i'm lucky to make up for the sleep i missed the night before. running to the store to get a few 2 liter bottles of caffeine to keep me up for the night ahead while i wearily study for the test that's in the morning. the whole time asking myself why i didn't get started on studying x earlier... not realizing that it was because i didn't have the time. and then coming home defeated the next day after doing a less than desired job on the test...a test just like the test before. the same questions and format, just a different subject...
haha, this is depressing man. this is what pharmacy school does to you. i'm so having the livest party on the east coast when graduation comes and puffy will be there...or he'll hear about it....maybe? haha, whatever. back to studying for text x tomorrow.
?brian?