Drippin Swag-Goo

Yeezy re-upholstered my pussy. Just sayin.

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But seriously though,

I’m probably the least of all the stereotype of being a frat faggot. I just really enjoy the business side of it. 

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Frat Faggot

Lol I kinda hate that I’m in a frat. I hate the whole stereotype of it. I hate the obnoxious need for repping all the time. I hate that you always gotta be affiliated to something at events. I hate that when your org has some sort of persona, you’re connected to it. If someone in your org does something, apparently that’s your image too. It’s hard to represent yourself as an individual when someone identifies you as your organization. 

I got asked today by a random person what frat am I in (which he knew, but jsut wanted to make sure). I’ve accidentally made it a habit to deny that I’m in one, and didn’t even bother to answer his other question. I probably came off as an asshole, but I hate that i probably affected his impression of my frat. 

I don’t hate my frat, don’t get me wrong about that. For fuck sake, I’m the god damn president of it. I do enjoy/appreciate everything else that comes with it of course. I just hate the image of being a frat faggot in general. 

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I feel so bad for my parents.

I know they’re not happy and I don’t know what to do. They’re old and hate their life. My dad complains to me everyday about how his life feels “thrown away”. I know my mom is never not on her feet. She’s always up cleaning, cooking, and going to work. She tries her best to do everything for everybody, but I wish she didn’t. I wish she didn’t, because then she wouldn’t be bitter about always having to slave away.

My parents taught me to be grateful, but I now no longer see them believing in the lesson they taught me. They’re bitter. They argue all the time and I never see them smile anymore. They’re always complaining about how miserable they are. 

This household is dysfunctional. My grampa never wants to shut up about his health and always complaining about something. My grandma got a stroke a couple years back and can barely talk or move. My brother is a piece of shit son. He’s at the stage where he thinks everyone is against him. I’m not that great either, but I’m here doing my best to focus on my life. It’s so hard though, when I’m also doing my best to keep this family together. While I’m doing that, I’m keep getting told that I don’t do anything for the family. It’s quite discouraging.  

This household is toxic, but I can’t leave though. They’re family. 

I know my parents don’t love each other anymore, but I know they can’t leave either. Family first. 

Everyone is bitter in this family. 

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I think...

I’m ready to get on with my life. A couple of weeks ago, I didn’t want college to end. I still wanted to be a child. I don’t know where the inspiration came from, but now I just want to get the fuck out. 

[igor-le]

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Contemplating another break from school. This time, actually do something with it.

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It’s not too late in life to dream.

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Still trying to find a better reason to stay in school other than just to have “back-up plan” and what statistic says.

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I don’t want an office job.

[l-u-t-e-c-i-o]

[salmmonney]

[kushandwizdom]

Lit

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[endofdayz]

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Yoo!!!

I forgot to say...I haven’t done drugs in months! I remember I use to be popping pills, cause that’s all I knew. 

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I’m going to go ahead and pat myself on the back.

For a 22 year old, I don’t have that many accomplishments or any really. I’m part of the bad statistic of college kids who don’t know what they’re doing with their life and wasting away time and tuition money. But hey! I finally picked myself up and started doing something about it. Sure, from the outside what I’ve got done this semester isn’t much, but I’m sure am damn proud of it. If you’re going to still look down on me for fucking around the past couple of years, then oh well.  I’m finally giving a shit about school. I’ve given up all my money and time seriously went to school this year. I don’t even party anymore, I just want to get school over with. I’ve given up all my money just to barely make it in time to pay for this semester, now I’m stressing about the next. I got this though, I’ll figure it out. I usually avoid talking about grades, because I’m usually ashamed of it. This semester though, I’m pretty sure I’m going to make it to Dean’s List. I’ve never made so many A’s in my life. I’m so fucking stoaked! I hope I can keep it up. 

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[higheramerica]