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"Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good
health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed
interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your
friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a
three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing
game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose
rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable
home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up
brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life."
So disillusioned with life right now. Back in the doldrums, that daily toil and routine. So what if my internship is ending, life still goes on and I would still be bored as fuck anyway. It's not that exciting, it's pretty scary.
Everyone lies, we're all liars. In life, no one can go through it without ever having to lie. If you think you haven't, well you're lying to yourself then. So it sucks that you have been lied to, by your ownself, by whom you consider your friends, your family your lover. Because life is jsut one big fucking lie and I should really stop this ridiculous teenage angst ridden tirade but I can't because I would be back to lying to myself again.
All I want to do right now is sink into a carpet and float on..
Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars,
compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good
health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed
interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your
friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a
three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing
game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose
rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable
home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up
brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life."
So disillusioned with life right now. Back in the doldrums, that daily toil and routine. So what if my internship is ending, life still goes on and I would still be bored as fuck anyway. It's not that exciting, it's pretty scary.
Everyone lies, we're all liars. In life, no one can go through it without ever having to lie. If you think you haven't, well you're lying to yourself then. So it sucks that you have been lied to, by your ownself, by whom you consider your friends, your family your lover. Because life is jsut one big fucking lie and I should really stop this ridiculous teenage angst ridden tirade but I can't because I would be back to lying to myself again.
All I want to do right now is sink into a carpet and float on..