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Existentialism On A School Night

I learned this in undergrad; That I'm a "yes person" defined. In self-defeatist monotony, I think I burned out my mind.

 

Hypocrisy personified, notebooks filled with lies. Prerequisites were full of **** Required, to them, didn't apply.

 

Monopolistic macroeconomies, business school taught me to hide. A complete lack of self-reliance, an endless search for a diagnosis.

 

Cross-tabulate, over-analyze. I swore to them, "I'm fine." But, what's an existential crisis? I'm just asking for a friend.

 

Procrastinate to copulate, never finishing on time. My inability to articulate, dying to feel alive again inside.

 

Hesitation turned desperation, finally deciding to speak my mind. It only took me five years to admit that I was just too starved to shine.

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jane-lame
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Jun 13, 2015
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#self#life#pain#thoughts#college#learning#education
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