i dont want to be ball and chained by an unwanted schedule chasing another mans dream forced to live while im unable to live…the fuck is going on here…years spent studying from elementary to college thinking your going to end up somewhere else, somewhere different yet its all the same. pushing paper to try and make paper wasting time, life and sanity all at the same time. buying the uneeded because i felt like i needed it because it “represented” me. friday jeans and a personal screensaver is all im left with i feel like im here but not really, just going through the motions with no emotions, like a puppet with no strings.