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i still read these things.
i still care about the lives and the people who my existence doesnt even seem to matter to anymore.
i never do know when to call it quits.
So ive decided college is a test of what you can handle (emotionally, physically etc)and who's going to stick by you through and if you get to the other side. its kicked my ass this semester, its not even the acedemic part of it, i could pass most of my classes with my eyes closed (and with the abundance of fun nights and rough mornings i often do).
Its just getting up in the morning, with or without the drugs, its just getting yourself out of bed and driving 30 minutes across town to sit in an uncomfortable chair and listen to the droning of professors for an hour and fifteen minutes, just being there... thats the hardest part.
Seems motivation flew away weeks ago.
Maybe this town really does slowly kill, were all just festering in the lost hope and desperation thats plastered on our streets, begging on our corners, wondering through our thrift stores,and closer to home, numbing it all out with drugs ,the fucking drugs, because thats all some of us know how to do anymore. from the lack of entertainment , the lack of originality, creativity, fun. fuck.
i hate this place.
Little too disoriented,disjointed,tiresome,confusing,fucked up,sad?
welcome to my life.
i still care about the lives and the people who my existence doesnt even seem to matter to anymore.
i never do know when to call it quits.
So ive decided college is a test of what you can handle (emotionally, physically etc)and who's going to stick by you through and if you get to the other side. its kicked my ass this semester, its not even the acedemic part of it, i could pass most of my classes with my eyes closed (and with the abundance of fun nights and rough mornings i often do).
Its just getting up in the morning, with or without the drugs, its just getting yourself out of bed and driving 30 minutes across town to sit in an uncomfortable chair and listen to the droning of professors for an hour and fifteen minutes, just being there... thats the hardest part.
Seems motivation flew away weeks ago.
Maybe this town really does slowly kill, were all just festering in the lost hope and desperation thats plastered on our streets, begging on our corners, wondering through our thrift stores,and closer to home, numbing it all out with drugs ,the fucking drugs, because thats all some of us know how to do anymore. from the lack of entertainment , the lack of originality, creativity, fun. fuck.
i hate this place.
Little too disoriented,disjointed,tiresome,confusing,fucked up,sad?
welcome to my life.