I always wondered how people could write, when from the depths of my mind comes a blank and a big BULLSHIT just comes sputtering out, sometimes good, more often bad. And as I head off to college I wonder how horribly prepared I am for this writing; this thinking I'd have to brave into. Am I ready?
Pop goes high-school, bursts out college.
Is this what its all about? the hype, the dreams, the scene screams of immoral behavior; of fruitless activity, yet what blossoms seems to stem from an entirely different tree. From drunken piss holes to magnificent corporations, from what comes this evolution.
College; the beginning of the end.
Its when responsibilities actually start to matter to most, and when social interaction is at an all-time high. And everything, these responsibilities and people, seems to have come all too soon and all too fast. I'm reminiscing of the days when missing other people never seemed to occur. Days of when constant interaction with the same comfortable crowd would forget any worries or longing. But to reminisce is not to look forward, and I have to: how else will I live my life?
step in conscience. Will I submerge myself in this new realm of social cool? Most likely not. But crazier things have happened.
It seems this bubble really has popped.
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