Im consider futile for voicing my opinion
I can't comprehend the mediocrity society conforms to
personally I don't want to live behind a desk my entire life searching for a happiness I subconsciously know I will never find at a job I hate along with a life I hate
But unfortunately I guess I'm just considered weird for craving a life beyond the measures of currency and income.
Maybe im just weird for not wanting to contribute toward this stagnant image of how to live our lives.
creativity is abruptly drained out of our mind my the education system who sees us as nothing more than a mere statistic
I refuse to conform and one day while you are sitting at the job you can't bare any longer
you will think of this
With regret
deeper than your hidden depression
and think "he was right"
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC
Im consider futile for voicing my opinion
I can't comprehend the mediocrity society conforms to
personally I don't want to live behind a desk my entire life searching for a happiness I subconsciously know I will never find at a job I hate along with a life I hate
But unfortunately I guess I'm just considered weird for craving a life beyond the measures of currency and income.
Maybe im just weird for not wanting to contribute toward this stagnant image of how to live our lives.
creativity is abruptly drained out of our mind my the education system who sees us as nothing more than a mere statistic
I refuse to conform and one day while you are sitting at the job you can't bare any longer
you will think of this
With regret
deeper than your hidden depression
and think "he was right"
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