I am on Earth.
This is the limbo of adulthood.
Adulthood is when you realise no one truly cares for you in the way you hoped someone would, that you only get what you give, that after you have worked and worked for relationships and money, betrayals are still rampant and you will be forgotten in a decade.
You are not important in the way you think you are. You are what other people think of and expect of you.
I long to be that person in the corner of the newspaper who screams out, even after death, FUCK YOU WORLD in that brief moment someone’s eyes skim over whatever method I had used.
It is a great grief that I don’t have access to guns on this part of the world.
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Yeah I know the feeling. It sucks.
So true. Adulthood is when you wake up from the illusion that you are the center of the universe.
I have a few plans in mind that would issue that big “fuck you”. It won’t matter of course, because I’ll be dead. But the point is the moment before we go, why not have a fleeting feeling of satisfaction. That’s probably worth the mess.
What plans are there that do not involve either guns or a huge amount of pain?
I hope this doesn’t get me in trouble for violating methods discussions, but I plan to eat 5 bags of Halloween candy and jump off the Empire State Building on Cinco de Mayo so I’ll explode like a giant piñata. Because I love the children.
Or we could just stick with massive overdose of doritos.
The good old fashioned way.
Oh I’ve tried the Dorito method. Oh how I’ve tried
That’s not adulthood, that’s called being born into an industrial civilization.