An average lifespan is of around 60 years of age. Think of how many breaths make up those 60 years. Think of how many steps make up those 60 years. Think of how many laughs and tears make up those 60 years.
I have no plan to figure it out.
As an ordinary sixteen year old growing up, or more like waiting out her life, in the beautiful yet polluted city of Los Angeles, I have nothing more important to say than, "FUCK YOU WORLD." There. I've said it.
But I'm not satisfied. Still. There's something missing. Something incomplete.
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I'm basically your average teen. Zero goals. Zero aspirations... just zero. But at the same time, I can't stand it if I squander a moment. So that's why, when my stupid alarm clock (been using the same one since second grade) blares its head off at 5:45 a.m., not a minute earlier, not a minute later, I wearily pull off the covers and get ready for eight hours of sucking out my soul... sorry I meant school.
Actually the issue is that I have very mixed feelings about everything. Nothing is black and white for me. It's all grey, sometimes mixed with neon green, just for a spurt of spontaneity. I'm indecisive, but at the same time things are under control. But lately, things have started to muddle me more than usual. I've started fighting with myself on basic things. Do I want to eat sushi or cereal? Do I want to get home faster while rushing, or be relaxed and take my time?
Do you ever feel like you should get more out of life?
