Showing posts with label boring angst whatever venting rage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boring angst whatever venting rage. Show all posts

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Venting without the rage (Not really what most of my blog will be about, but whatever.)

Honestly, I'm just another person.
Nothing is extremely bad about my life.

I have an awesome home.
I have a family that cares about me, and is great to be around (provided nobody talks politics.)
I'm not spoiled, but I'm not neglected, either.
I go to school.
I try to get good grades.
I hang out with friends.
I'm not very social, nor am I very motivated and hardworking.

I'm just another teenager.  Nothing's bad, but nothing is great either.  My life may be great to some, but I'm not hardworking, and I'm not motivated for anything.  I'm really indifferent to a lot of things.  I'm happy with my life, but I know that I will have to make it on my own within a few years.  I'm not sure I could handle it, but I probably will with the same attitude I always have had.  Not caring.  Not hating.  Doing what I'm told.  Objecting only if I know my objection will actually change minds (rarely.)

I'm just living out my life without really living.
I'm just another person.

But... even though I have it good... and I know this is a good life compared to that of a third world country, or a child that is neglected by parents... I feel empty.
Shouldn't there be something more in life?  Is this it?  I feel like, despite this feeling that many have, where you should work hard and struggle to get a good life; I have not worked hard at all.  Do I deserve this?  Emptiness.  The lack of accomplishment. 

I have a good life.  However, it is not my accomplishment.  I'm a bit of a wallflower, and I just watch life go by.

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