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I'm so serious about this.
Listen, when I was living on my own, I didn't feel any need to be anyone except myself. it started with me going to university and getting myself an apartment. I live quite a distance away otherwise. nothing impossible, but living near campus sure fucking helped. but I'm not made for academia, and it turns out musicology is actually Really Fucking Boring. so I dropped out. and suddenly, Freedom. yeah, I stopped getting paid, sure, but I was free, and it was the best I've felt in a long time. I didn't have to give a fuck about anything except for myself. and that's like the best thing you can do for yourself.
and then I tried to study something else. folded under the pressure of the unsustainability that comes with being a NEET with no noney. it didn't go well. let me tell you, I don't like people that I don't know. put me in a room of strangers and I will be trying to kill myself. soooo when I ended up being late for the first lecture cause I couldn't find the room, I decided that the, uh, potential embarrassment just wasn't worth it. sure, that was a weakness on my part, and I sure didn't feel good about myself after that, but... why should I care? I didn’t NEED to put myself through that. I don't NEED to sit in a room with a bunch of nerds listening to someone explain shit I don't really care about, all for a degree so I can just beg companies to pay me in exchange for making me want to kill myself.
You can't put me in a box that I haven't made for myself. You can't make me do something that won't make me feel like myself. You can't tell me there's something wrong with ME when the happiest I've been was when I was living AS MYSELF.
even if I go up in flames, let it be known that I never let the fire in my breast get extinguished.
Listen, when I was living on my own, I didn't feel any need to be anyone except myself. it started with me going to university and getting myself an apartment. I live quite a distance away otherwise. nothing impossible, but living near campus sure fucking helped. but I'm not made for academia, and it turns out musicology is actually Really Fucking Boring. so I dropped out. and suddenly, Freedom. yeah, I stopped getting paid, sure, but I was free, and it was the best I've felt in a long time. I didn't have to give a fuck about anything except for myself. and that's like the best thing you can do for yourself.
and then I tried to study something else. folded under the pressure of the unsustainability that comes with being a NEET with no noney. it didn't go well. let me tell you, I don't like people that I don't know. put me in a room of strangers and I will be trying to kill myself. soooo when I ended up being late for the first lecture cause I couldn't find the room, I decided that the, uh, potential embarrassment just wasn't worth it. sure, that was a weakness on my part, and I sure didn't feel good about myself after that, but... why should I care? I didn’t NEED to put myself through that. I don't NEED to sit in a room with a bunch of nerds listening to someone explain shit I don't really care about, all for a degree so I can just beg companies to pay me in exchange for making me want to kill myself.
You can't put me in a box that I haven't made for myself. You can't make me do something that won't make me feel like myself. You can't tell me there's something wrong with ME when the happiest I've been was when I was living AS MYSELF.
even if I go up in flames, let it be known that I never let the fire in my breast get extinguished.
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