The (not so) Average Thoughts of a CBG

Dear Everyone

alrighty time for a tag, thanks demigodpegasister

Basically I get to write a message to the following people 

Dear ex: I miss you so so so much and I don't know how I'm surviving through life alone AFTER EVERYTHING WE'D BEEN THROUGH. Mom, HOW COULD YOU SEPARATE ME FROM HIM, MY CHOCOLATE MALT ICE CREAM??????? *ugly crying*

Dear self: stop procrastinating, please get a life before it's too late, our GPA is already suffering enough, try to get your license by next summer at least (along with a job), write more, try to love yourself because it's healthy. Do what makes you happy dude because not being happy is terrible and will land you in a mess and we already know how that went

Sincerely, a small dosage of optimism

Dear Dad: the godfather isn't that great tbh, can we get sushi

Dear Mom: if you don't homeschool me I'll never watch another rom-com with you for as long as I live

Dear crush: Marry me, Percy

Dear school:

you guys if you really think about it, school in itself actually sounds like something that I'd read in a dystopian trash novel except it's actually real. Seriously think about it .

Millions of children are rallied each morning, roused before they've even had a second to properly wake up so that their brains are not adept enough to properly process the horror they are to face. They are brought in by yellow buses, a color so bright it enhances the mirage that school is a good place. The administrators tell you that school is your decision, that you aren't being forced to go, yet if you miss a day they'll check on you--not to determine whether you're okay or not--oh no, but to ensure that you aren't permanently leaving their little prison. If you do, they'll send police after you to barge into your house to drag you back to the hell you just escaped and possibly arrest your family. In this horrible place, students are trapped in various rooms and forced to tolerate one another while faced with immense degrees of stress. If they give up, they are shamed and labeled failures. If they resort to other measures and are caught, they are stamped with a title far worse than this. To "fairly" survive, children are forced to reread mind-numbing texts until they can only recite the words they have absorbed and can hardly remember their own names, then, when presented the tests that determine their worth yet have no part in contributing to society later, they forget everything they have soaked in and receive the title of a failure anyway. Students do this not once, but at least seven times along with after-school programs they are commonly forced into, whether by parents or by the dream that is their future, and are faced with other horrendous turmoils, such as high suicide rates, peer pressure, teenage pregnancies, physical/sexual/verbal bullying, physical/mental/emotional trauma, discrimination, crippling anxiety and depression, drug and alcohol usage, and the constant reminder that with every mistake they make, the future they are pouring their very souls in to achieve is being destroyed by the second. Students have it drilled into the fiber of their beings that when the high-pitched ring of the bell sounds across the grounds, they are to move, and when it rings the second time, they are to be trapped once more, reliving what is yet another sentence of utter torment, hearing only the wailing of the classmates who have given up and simply adapted to being reduced to the walking dead. All students have minds sapped of creativity, so is the system which teaches so dryly of subjects that are vivid and interesting in actuality and convinces students that these things have no true substance. Their hopes, by the end of their sentence, have dissipated, and though the corrupt system digresses, these people who have been brought up as the newest generation are truly overgrown infants in this new world where they have to somehow support themselves, for school simply refused to teach them something so obvious, and will continue to do so for all of eternity, because their desire is to raise an army of mindless drones to do their bidding rather than fathom their own ideas. Students are faced with the harsh reality that the futures they aspired towards will not be handed to them, and if they did not spend their time working after school, neglecting all free time and sanity for a hope--a pure and simple hope that at one point seemed as bright as those school buses on their very first day--they will be lost in a magnitude of debt and frustration, and no matter their efforts, no matter how much they persevere, they will bury themselves in wasted dreams, empty hearts; and the realization that every step they had taken, every hope and dream and idea conceived, was all for naught. And, above all else, students wish that they had known before of their future struggles rather than been eager, for school is advertised as a way to make friends, a way to pathe a path in life, to grow as a person, to have their minds fed information that is vital to creating, and to delightfully absorb it like a sponge would to water. A place to be accepted. A place to belong. But through time, students begin to uncover the truth behind the lies they were spoonfed from infancy, and the survivors know better than to conjure hope for the future anymore.

One day I'll write a book demonstrating this, wait and see. 

*exhale* anyway

Dear Evan Hansen: wait

Dear siblings: y'all are idiots and need to shut up but ily

Dear past me: hahahhaha you dumb-*ss. but seriously STOP BEING SO SELF-CONSCIOUS, LITERALLY NO ONE CARES HOW YOU LOOK OR ANYTHING BC EVERYONE IS TOO FREAKING INVOLVED IN THEIR OWN SELVES. STOP TRUSTING IN OTHERS BECAUSE THEY'RE ALWAYS GONNA LET YOU DOWN. BE NICER, YOU JERK. YOU KNOW NOTHING, LITERALLY NOTHING, AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE SOOOOOOO SMART AND SO MUCH BETTER THAN EVERYBODY ELSE. YOU'RE NOT. also GROWING UP SUCKS GO JUMP ON THE BOUNCY HOUSES AND SWING AND BE HAPPY, WHY WOULD YOU WANT TO BE AN ADULT SCREW THAT, NO ONE IS GONNA TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY

Dear future me: you're dead right

Dear best friend: I DON'T DESERVE YOU OKAY STOP DOUBTING YOURSELF YOU'RE AMAZING AND I SHOULD BE A BETTER, MORE HELPFUL FRIEND INSTEAD OF AN AWKWARD MESS AND I'M SORRY IF MY CONSTANT CYNICISM HAS EVER MADE YOU FEEL BAD also you freaking redheaded betrayer go stand in the corner and think about what you've done and close my door and get me a latte. god. 

Dear future child: I'm so sorry kid good luck

Dear person I love: Tom Holland stop being so precious mkay

Dear person I hate:

Dear ex best friend FROM THE 6TH GRADE YOU JERK OFF HORRIBLE IDIOTIC HUMAN BEING I HOPE YOU'RE SUFFERING: 

Dear person who hates me: lol can't blame ya there

I'm adding one more because I can.

Dear childhood stuffed animal, Sherbert Bunny: you are too good for this world and I don't deserve your magnificence

that's it. I tag

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