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Last night i went to a bar and as i stood outside to get away from the loud noise and some horrible late 90s punk song on the speakers, i was approached by someone who tried to start a conversation by asking what i do for work.
I said my usual "i dont work right now" and got the usual face constructed of stone.
I dont think i can take that face much more often. All i want to do is travel. I base my life around the next time i can get on a plane. I like to think i'm mature for my age. but the fact that i can't get myself to grow up and get a job, go to school, let myself fall for someone, or just let myself settle into my apartment kind of contradicts that statement.
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I don't need someone to comfort me. I need someone to tell me that im being an asshole. and to snap out of it.
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This entry may be emotionally involved with the fact that I've listened to the same David Bowie album for the past 4 hours on repeat.
Do what you gotta do, thats my motto. When you're truly sick of the way things are, then you'll change them, until then, do what makes you the most happy. Travel if you can. There might be a point in the future (when you've settled into your apartment, got a job, or are in school) when you won't be able to travel, and you'll wish you had traveled more. Besides, the stone face is probably just as bad as the "what a joke" face I get when I tell people I work at a bar and Dairy Queen.
no hay razon para ser amargas, todo el mundo las ama.