my birthday.
in less than one week.
I don't feel like anyone cares.
Not even my own parents.
maybe not even me.
20
it's just another age between 18 and 21.
not a big deal... no one will take me anymore seriously than they did the day before.
I won't gain some kind of respect for no longer being a teenager. I won't get to go hang out with co-workers at the local bars.
and on top of it all I have my ONE midterm on my birthday... isn't that nice?
I guess I should just go back to vice city... at least I feel like a king in that game... I own my own mansion. a club, many small properties. a boat yard. an "ice cream" shop... I even have a garage of motorcycles... all kinds from hogs to choppers, to street to off road even mopeds. I also have a grip of artillery and hardware... not to mention the race cars. 3 boats. my own personal goon army..... and right now I'm planning to go buy the strip club. I also own a fleet's worth of helicopters.
all these things? I only dream about owning in the real world... I want to own a garage of cars live in a mansion... with maids and butlers and my beautiful sweet and loving wife.. 2.5 kids.... dogs.... but the reality is I don't see and never will see how that could possibly ever come to pass... maybe if I kill bill gates and take over microsoft... hmmmm
here's to feeling like nobody cares when it's all to obvious
they don't.
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morgan:
I was drawing comparisons. racism = sexism.
lenore:
Dude...life is shit and then you die. You can't kill yourself (trust me I've tried, and it's not cool) so just stop whining and try to laugh about the shit that bothers you. That's all you can do really. When you're constantly moping and doing the whole thing all the time, then people will not want to be around you. As much as they DO care about you, hanging around someone like that all the time affects their quality of life. Maybe I'm just talking completely out of my ass, with all this...if I am, then...umm...I was kidding about everything.