01 6 / 2012
I’m in a funk, and I truly blame it on the world.
I wonder, if there were no expectations -about what I’m to do with my life, how much money I should aspire to make, if I’ve got a boyfriend or not, whether or not I want kids, all that stuff- I wonder if not only me, but if all young people would be happier and more excited to face living.
Of course, I think there should be some expectations, so as to get people motivated to do something with their lives. But if these expectations that were drilled in actually meant something, to someone else someplace else.. to a starving kid in the ghetto in your own city, to the starving kid in Africa.. I wonder if the world would be completely different, or if our sin nature and selfishness would find some other way to fuck everything up.
I just feel useless.
01 6 / 2012
"The hardest part about growing up was trying to figure out what was growing up and what wasn’t, and you were never sure at any point whether or not you got it right."
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