Weirdos have Dreams too
So, i have a confession to make. I am a nightclerk. But since the office i work at closes at 7, it isnt much of a job. All i do is clean. So i'm the maid. Whatever. I have a job and my mommy and daddy dont have to buy me everything, unlike the spoiled rich kids who's parents dont give a fuck about them. They look down on me because i work, but guess what bitch? when you are wiping down the floors in walmart to support the kid you have with that guy the you were just so in love with, until he dumped your ass because he couldnt handle the stress of a child, and you dont have any job skills because you flunked college by partying too much, and you live in your mom's basement, GUESS WHO WILL LAUGH THEN? i will learn hard work now, learn to balance college and a part-time job, and will do world-wide psychology reports over the stupidity of the youth, and be known as a learned doctor. Because i am doing what i can now to be prepared for the future. Unless we become zombies, and then i will just eat your face. Either way, i win.
I apologize for being so weird, but i was told today that i was lower class becuz i work. I clean the goverment office in town, and the conjoined library. And not that i like the work, but i do it and i'm proud of myself. So get the hell off my back. I just hate to see the future them , still wearing the glorified underwear that is booty shorts, still in heavy make-up that makes them look like poundcakes, takin care of kids that they dont like much less love, who will grow up starved of emotion and travel down the same path their parent took. I meanwhile, will be doing something i love, like psycology or anthropology or some ology that has to do with the world. I would like to edit a newspaper, or something. Just, something that interests me. I wont stay at the bottom. My hugemongous ego wont let me. The only thing is, i still'd like a family. Me, a lover, a kid or two. A small house, that dog from the shelter with 3 legs and one eye named Lucky. I just dont want the future that all the people here will have. It wont be a good future. I want a real life, not a forced existense. Also, im thinkin either really warm, like california, or someplace foriegn, like england. Where we can all have different accents from america, so i can leave all the bad memories i've collected over the years behind. I want a new start. A bright future.
I hate the town i live in, where i am hated, where i've been treated like the new girl for 7 years. SEVEN! I know that i didnt agree with a hell of alot when i was moved here, and found a love in dark things and books and screamo. Unlike them. But when i think back, would i rather be a shallow whore with no future or who i am? when put in those terms, everything makes sense.