as the search for a job gets increasingly urgent, i take a moment to sit down and ponder- what am i doing with my life?

depressed now. the cold late night has never felt so empty and lonely.

do you think if i go for lesson at 9 then career fair after that then night cycling without sleeping a wink the whole night i'll fall off my bike and die?

you think?

maybe?


if memories are all you have to hold on to,
how can you be sure it even happened?

you try to think that it all doesn't matter to you anymore
you just don't
give a damn.

but if that's really the case then why does it still stain my heart?

you grow up wanting to reach that place.
but nobody told you that you started there to begin with.
as you kept on walking
and walking
you walked further away from utopia.

you
want
to
feel
so
special.

but your mommy and daddy did not tell you that

youarejustanothermediocrenusgraduate.