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Hello Followers!
I’m a technical writer for a website called Start2Continue, a start up team looking to write articles on the gaming universe and the culture that surrounds it.
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They tell you growing up, "follow your dreams." Well if that were all I had to do, I would be happy. But life happened. And everyone got their dreams to land right in their laps. My friends now hold degrees, well paying jobs, cars, options. They've traveled the world, simply because they did well in some college classes. They have incredible high paying jobs because their parents left them with something. They all got that jump start that I feel like we are forced to need these days. It's just hard... I just want to make something of myself and get a little credit. That's all. I don't want a mansion, or a fortune. I want a little restaurant and a firefighter job. I want some friends who care. I want a family. I guess im asking too much too soon.
The U.S Economy seriously sucks dick right now.
Wait. Maybe it should suck some dick. it would actually make some money.
I cant breathe if she doesn't first. I can't move if she stays still. I can't focus if shes not here.
I ask, how can I love a girl whom I can't call beautiful?
It is not that my eyes don't believe it, but that my heart doesn't. Or perhaps how she herself can't see it, and that is a pain that cuts deepest.
To not be infatuated by her every fiber. To be engrossed in every inch, every drop of detail, every stand of hair. There is a silent buffer between my hand and hers. A key that fits but doesn't turn the lock.
Is it so? The key simply rests in a lock that long ago rusted out. To which was a place called home, but the fire burned out, and out had gone the roof until nothing remained, but there I stand. Still a house made of wood and plaster, even if it is only a memory.
I love how everyone on tumblr is on any given day somewhere between "omg I hate everyone people are gross go die please" and " OMG I'M SO LONELY SOMEONE PLEASE BE MY FRIEND."
The moment we choose a side, is the same moment we give up on unity. That's why weren't supposed to form political parties.
The rate at which the tumblr mobile app pisses me off is about 100% of always.
