It has been two months since I experienced the masochistic joy of balancing academic life with other responsibilities, and I must admit, I am getting tired of looking and going to interviews, and deciding that I don't want these jobs.
I have to inject some passion into my daily life.
Maybe we were all just faking the boho lifestyle. Maybe my-boho-doesn't-fit-your-boho, maybe we were faking it all along. I just can't stand the thought of having mundane relationships, and it seriously gives a shot up my nerve, and my right temple starts throbbing like shit.
I AM ANNOYED.
I miss being selfish, and happily, I am slowly turning into one selfish piece of shit, only if I knew how to break clean.
Now, it all lies on how we can fool ourselves into thinking that this has been okay, that I have been doing good. Well fuck it, I am just so sick and tired of this normalcy, quote end quote. Put some action into the words and walk the talk, the mediocrity is rubbing off on everyone else.
And I am reminded by how the happy girls plagiarize more than anyone else I know. Congratulations on making your existence seem pertinent, however, draw some motherfucking lines, oh no, it's okay you can do your lomo, but please, don't go waving your flag like your some idiotic zenlike lunatic.
Okay, it's their personal journey. But it's my personal space you're trampling on when you sound off the alarm too loudly.
So I go with my own boho, and you go with your easternly ways, and in the end we'll manage to find meaning in our own ways. Just break it clean.
And you can take along with you histories that have not been accounted for in my book of sincerity. Honestly can you really draw me?
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