6/6/11

All I Want to Do is Shout Obscenities

This busy life is consuming me.
Responsibility stalks me around every corner
I find it staring through every window, down every hallway, behind every door
And when we meet, we pretend as if it were by mutual desire to associate

I don't want to drive anymore
I don't want to pay for gas
I don't want to work
I don't want to play in musical projects that do not inspire me
I don't want to use a phone calendar
I don't want to call strangers to have them attempt to fix my financial and schedule issues when I don't even know what's going on.
I don't want to be committed to things I hate
I don't want to tell my friends I'm always busy
I don't want to reject anyone
I don't want to skip youth group because I'm so exhausted and apathetic
I don't want to get through my days to sleep when I am home
I don't want to be hopeless about my future
I don't want to dream about sleeping in through work and waking up thinking it's real and that my life is over
I don't want my life to be based on this sick system
I don't want to seek the internet as a refuge of mindlessness
I don't want to seek pornography as a place of relief
I don't want to lust after every girl that makes physical contact with me
I don't want the overhanging guilt that I let down every single person I know because of the things I hate
I don't want to grow up
I don't want to try
I don't want to fight every aspect of my life

I hate this more than anything.

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