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There is one thing that connects us all...
failure.
I sit in an apartment, mainly full of guys, a few girls, and, well, of course..me.
I've never fully understood why they are the way they are, or why they're "fuck ups" or "failures," and I always felt so, above them, until the other day. I go to college, but that means nothing. These days graduating highschool barely means anything...but as I sit in that apartment, and I look around, none of them have graduated from highschool, or so I think. The other day I stood at work, completely miserable because I had done something wrong to make Branden mad, or, something along those lines...and in that moment, I realized, I, too, am somewhat of a failure. But aren't we ALL? You don't have to be a completely rich bastard or a Harvard graduate to be successful, because deep down inside, you've failed at something. You've failed at making someone love you, you've failed at a job or a mission, you've FUCKED SOMETHING UP. And that's when the understanding comes upon me, no one is neither sane or perfect, and basically, when it comes down to it, we're all the same. Rebels and punk rockers, you will never in your life be different, because you've got your own catagory, Preps and Jocks, you will never be perfect, because like the rebels and punk rockers, you're gonna fuck up, but unlike them, you aren't able to accept that fact..
That's the problem with it all, I'm a mix of everything..that's why sometimes I hold myself to be so...different. I'm a fucking hypocrite of all, one day I want to be an absolute punk rock chick (hince the black/blue hair) and then the next I wish to be a prep. I love when my boyfriend is decked out in his black t-shirt and jeans with the beanie and wrist bands, but sometimes I just wish he would wear a collared shirt.
But in this apartment, I'm surrounded by people that are undoubtfully enough..all different. I've felt for so long that I was better than them, too good to be in that place and sometimes embarrassed, and now I can say I am absoluetly ASHAMED for ever thinking that...because these people are my friends now...they're just like me and different from me all at the same time..they make me realize things without even speaking a word, they make me laugh without even trying...they're the people of this world that others over look..
damn, you guys are missing out.
failure.
I sit in an apartment, mainly full of guys, a few girls, and, well, of course..me.
I've never fully understood why they are the way they are, or why they're "fuck ups" or "failures," and I always felt so, above them, until the other day. I go to college, but that means nothing. These days graduating highschool barely means anything...but as I sit in that apartment, and I look around, none of them have graduated from highschool, or so I think. The other day I stood at work, completely miserable because I had done something wrong to make Branden mad, or, something along those lines...and in that moment, I realized, I, too, am somewhat of a failure. But aren't we ALL? You don't have to be a completely rich bastard or a Harvard graduate to be successful, because deep down inside, you've failed at something. You've failed at making someone love you, you've failed at a job or a mission, you've FUCKED SOMETHING UP. And that's when the understanding comes upon me, no one is neither sane or perfect, and basically, when it comes down to it, we're all the same. Rebels and punk rockers, you will never in your life be different, because you've got your own catagory, Preps and Jocks, you will never be perfect, because like the rebels and punk rockers, you're gonna fuck up, but unlike them, you aren't able to accept that fact..
That's the problem with it all, I'm a mix of everything..that's why sometimes I hold myself to be so...different. I'm a fucking hypocrite of all, one day I want to be an absolute punk rock chick (hince the black/blue hair) and then the next I wish to be a prep. I love when my boyfriend is decked out in his black t-shirt and jeans with the beanie and wrist bands, but sometimes I just wish he would wear a collared shirt.
But in this apartment, I'm surrounded by people that are undoubtfully enough..all different. I've felt for so long that I was better than them, too good to be in that place and sometimes embarrassed, and now I can say I am absoluetly ASHAMED for ever thinking that...because these people are my friends now...they're just like me and different from me all at the same time..they make me realize things without even speaking a word, they make me laugh without even trying...they're the people of this world that others over look..
damn, you guys are missing out.