Dreams are Never Real

You know, nobody really likes to hear about other people's successes. Unless its family and your supposed to be exstatic, or close friends when you really are happy and proud for them. But aquaintences, I just don't want to hear about it. Yay. It's great for that girl your still friends with from our class who got a job doing what she likes. I'm stuffing envelopes for eight hours a day! Why do I want to hear about people in the same boat as me, except they're making it, whilst I am not.

And can I complain about this? NOOOOO! Then I get an attack of the "You should's". You should get a job with a toy company Lori. You should save your money to buy a car Lori. You should think about your future Lori. You should go travel Lori. You should move out Lori. You should go back to the East coast Lori. You should do more art Lori. You should You shouldyoushuldshouldyouhsouldhsoulshysosyhls.

STOP THE INSANITY!

I'm basically still a whiney brat that never really matured much past her early teen years for some reason. I have a bone to pick with the world; as I silently scream to anyone who will listen. Do you remember coming out of your childhood and realizing just how awful this place really is? Children want to be environmentalists and promote world peace. Simple unrealistic desires, tarnished by time, aging, maturity, despair, and people. Why aren't things the way I want them to be? I imagine a better place. It's taken shape in my mind. I'd rather be there now than here.

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