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I've been spending most of my time finding ways to feel fulfilled but honestly I am twenty-two and life is a cycle, monotonous, i sleep more than i ever have before and i avoid responsibility like the plague. to be worthy of someone's time would be great but i am in a constant tug-of-war with my standpoint on relationships. yeah, having a partner could be fun 'cause i could belong to someone and i guess now that i think of it, that sounds exhausting. i should go back to bed. i stay up until 3:00 am, listening to the same songs on repeat tweeting my thoughts like a lost prophet serving a sermon to her open palms i'm hopeful you will think i'm clever i want your attention, not your surrender. my mom tells me to be careful every time i leave the house i shrug and say "yeah okay" but promise nothing else we drink beer in basements and watch kids sing their hearts out, only alive when it's dark out, i end up on some foreign couch with two beards and a ukelele you couldn't thrill me if you paid me.
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
am i doing my 20's right?
I've been spending most of my time finding ways to feel fulfilled but honestly I am twenty-two and life is a cycle, monotonous, i sleep more than i ever have before and i avoid responsibility like the plague. to be worthy of someone's time would be great but i am in a constant tug-of-war with my standpoint on relationships. yeah, having a partner could be fun 'cause i could belong to someone and i guess now that i think of it, that sounds exhausting. i should go back to bed. i stay up until 3:00 am, listening to the same songs on repeat tweeting my thoughts like a lost prophet serving a sermon to her open palms i'm hopeful you will think i'm clever i want your attention, not your surrender. my mom tells me to be careful every time i leave the house i shrug and say "yeah okay" but promise nothing else we drink beer in basements and watch kids sing their hearts out, only alive when it's dark out, i end up on some foreign couch with two beards and a ukelele you couldn't thrill me if you paid me.
emily-katherine
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Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
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