I realize that I am young and have plenty of time to have fun and such... but it would be so much better if I was actually having fun. I am getting to the point where I am bitter and cynical and doubt everything I see or hear or feel. I hate getting on the train or walking through the museum where I have to work and seeing people fawning all over each other and immediately cringing. I don't want to cringe. I want to be happy for people and enjoy springtime and all that love is in the air crap. I don't enjoy it though. I hate it. Every second of it. And that's not fun. That's a buzz kill.
1 comment:
wish it could better, cobb.
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