BUMMER.

Im so lost. Days, weeks, months, even years have blended together. A girl i broke up with almost a year ago is still referenced as my girl friend. Its time. Ive made it my sub-conscience mission to never grow up and thats over. Waiting to die, waiting for the world to end, to go out in some glorious manner is a ridiculous way to live. Who am I? A glorified reality check if you will is in order. The average where am i going, what has my life become questions that have never been answered are upon us. This time i wont be easily distracted by a really good night or a killer get away. I laugh at least once a day. My life isn't awful, its just not what I want anymore. I know countless people that work to work. People that have no genuine passion toward there profession people that are just "getting by". I respect that but in a way i hope they too have these insane anxiety attacks that keep me up because yes there degrees make them slightly more respectable but honestly what is the fucking difference. I just don't want to be alone. There was a time when people cared about there place in the world. People were proud. I can only speak for myself and maybe its my current state that i say this but i have nothing to be proud about.