The you I talk about, the you I address.
Do you even know who you are?
Some times I don't even know who you are, so don't be afraid to be confused.
I'm confused too.
I used to be able to critically analyze everything and spit out the logical answer like an android. The problem now is that I feel everything so deeply instead of brushing it all off. I can't decipher fact from emotion. It's all so beautiful yet deadly. And no one will acknowledge the fact that there is this other thing happening in our society, this numbness that is enjoyed by the mass. Emotion isn't real, it's just this thing generated by our need to be like those around us. Unimportant things have become so important to our drowning generation. I can't name it, but I can put my finger on it.
I just don't want to be part of it; I just can't be part of it. Instead, I observe everything, wondering how we became such melted plastic, regurgitating the lies we have been told about EVERYTHING. It's the lies about how life really is. We paint each other this beautiful facade of happiness and the american dream and all the stuff that comes with it that and it's just unrealistic. Life's always going to feel the same and you're always going to have to work to gain any amount of pleasure. This silver platter idea that we have in our heads is poisoning our perspective.You don't just get to a point in your life when you can stop planning and just live. We have psyched ourselves into believing in this stagnant life style in which we are always getting to do what we want, when we want, with no budget and no concerns.
I say that it's all a fake, but like the other 7 billion people here, I believe that I'm going to get there someday and I'll be so happy.
We'll never make it. And I'm so sorry :(.
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