How the hell did I ever let someone so volatile into my life.
I feel unaccomplished as of late.
Unaccomplished with what? -- life!
I've been rushing rushing rushing around faster than I can keep up with, and I still feel like I've gotten nothing done. I want to live out my dreams, the visions in my head of outer space, and ... roadside diners with vintage brown glowing halos, and meeting some wonderful guy who's not a sex-obsessed, attention-whoring slob. Camping on Stone Mountain and time-traveling back to the 70's, 80's. Desert camping expeditions. Living in a trailer beside a parking lot, feeling a little bit lost.
No, not the most glamorous dreams, but...it would be better than putting up with people who...
surrender themselves to the mundane-ness of this town by either blowing it into smoke with cannabis, drowning it in illegally obtained alcohol, promiscuity, oh my God. It's not that I'm a prude, or not *fun*. I just feel like there are so many better, more creative things to do with the time that people do those things in. It's just really unimpressive.
Oh, you smoke weed? Hookah, too?!
Oh, you got drunk this weekend?
Oh, you think you might be pregnant?
You're so badass. You're so unique. Oh baby, oh baby.
I feel unaccomplished as of late.
Unaccomplished with what? -- life!
I've been rushing rushing rushing around faster than I can keep up with, and I still feel like I've gotten nothing done. I want to live out my dreams, the visions in my head of outer space, and ... roadside diners with vintage brown glowing halos, and meeting some wonderful guy who's not a sex-obsessed, attention-whoring slob. Camping on Stone Mountain and time-traveling back to the 70's, 80's. Desert camping expeditions. Living in a trailer beside a parking lot, feeling a little bit lost.
No, not the most glamorous dreams, but...it would be better than putting up with people who...
surrender themselves to the mundane-ness of this town by either blowing it into smoke with cannabis, drowning it in illegally obtained alcohol, promiscuity, oh my God. It's not that I'm a prude, or not *fun*. I just feel like there are so many better, more creative things to do with the time that people do those things in. It's just really unimpressive.
Oh, you smoke weed? Hookah, too?!
Oh, you got drunk this weekend?
Oh, you think you might be pregnant?
You're so badass. You're so unique. Oh baby, oh baby.
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