It’s sad that the only thing I have ever had a sustainable passion for is despising everything.
Masquerading as a man with a reason,
My charade is the event of the season.
And if I claim to be a wise man, well,
It surely means that I don’t know.
I can’t stress enough how bad it is living at home for college.
Once you allow someone to disrespect you, the occurrences become habitual.
People rarely ever change.
It’s an easy concept that is even more easily overlooked.
If I took this into consideration, I probably wouldn’t even be writing about this right now.
I feel the waves of change.
New lessons result from each and every experience.
Feel what you need to feel, and slowly let the emotions fade away when they are no longer progressive.
I don’t have the confidence or the drive to try to be any of the things I want to be. So I just sit here, coasting, desperately and silently shouting for destiny to come find me, all the while growing more anxious that destiny does not exist. Or that it does exist and that it is not the halcyon fortune I have deceived myself into thinking that I deserve, but the brutal and indifferent fate I have cowered from for so long.