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Fucked Up College Kids File 280
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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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Inner Turmoil
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"Why do we, crucify ourselves, every day..."
It's the opposite of writer's block, but equally as bad. I sit here
alone in my bed trying to express what I am thinking. I have this
sudden need and desire to tell the world exactly what is on my
mind, what is coursing through my veins. But I can't. It's always
the not so comfortable thoughts like these that end up plagueing
me.
"My pain.. is self chosen..."
I sit here with my laptop on the pillow, head touching wrist, eyes
closed. Can't see anything right now and quite frankly don't want
to. Sleep sounds so much better with each passing thought. Don't
know whats up with me but something really has me in a bind. My
mind gives my body a list of things to do, but they don't get
executed.
"No one should brave that underworld alone..."
I guess now is the best time for things to be like this. Not only
are my thoughts really jacked up, but a good friend is going
through a really hard time in his life. A time where he faces
losing his girlfriend and daughter.. maybe for days, months, or not
at all. You just can't tell with the court system today.
"That old dog has chained you up alright..."
Other friends are seeking me out for advice on various matters,
most of which I am not qualified to lead on. One friend is having
problems with a girl he is interested in. Another has a problem but
I have no idea what its about. Dozens of people mail me a day
asking me for technical advice on just about everything. Why me?
I can't be that qualified to answer all this. Especially the
advice on girls and life.
"Tongue tied and twisted, just an earthbound misfit.. I.."
The thing bothering me is more frustrating than it has ever been. I
think it stems from the fact that even I don't know what I want.
Since I can't figure it out as far as my own thoughts are
concerned, how am I supposed to be able to guess what someone
else's thinking? That leaves me with way too much time to ponder my
dilemna before I will get the answer I am looking for. Doesn't
really matter what the answer is, just the fact that the answer
looms around the corner.
"No you can't take that away from me..."
No matter what happens in my life, I keep getting the feeling that
no one really understands me. Like everyone else, I have my world
of problems but I can't talk about them because it seems like
no one else comprehends. Or maybe they don't want to. The more I
think about it the more I wonder if they even realize it. My
inner turmoil has been with me for so long, I wonder if I disguise
it, or wear it so openly that my friends don't even notice it.
"Hold onto nothing, as fast as you can..."
I know things will work themselves out, but I always worry if they
will do so in an orderly fashion. Part of my anal retentive nature
or some other ancient curse on me. Twenty three years of survival
tell me things will right themselves.
"I don't mean to pick you apart you see..."
What to do until then? Figure out what I want at this point in
my life. After talking to a friend tonight, I find out others
out there are unsure of what they want. Why the indecision? Why
the lack of focus or direction? There must be some underlying
desire for a new perspective on life. Or maybe a need for a little
action out of life.
"I've got enough guilt to start my own religion..."
Until I have clarity of thought, I can only hold on to the things
I have. My castle, my work, my hobbies. Solace of music, escape
of movies, and freedom to do. My handful of friends, wishful
thinking, and vision of daily monotony. Anger, content, guilt,
and comfort.
damn.
dis.
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