jbusy

I am not good at keeping up with this shit. Got another shitty ass coffee serving job. Greeeaaat. I'm already so bored with my life. I'm only 20. Jesus. I should be on a beach somewhere, sitting in a hammock, eating bananas in the sun all day. I don't want to work. Especially not 40 hours a week just to afford some shitty ass apartment that I can barely put groceries in because my utilities are so high. And not even have a yard to run around in. If I want a HOUSE that I can afford, it doesn't matter because it's usually so far outside of town that I'd be paying the same price at the end of the day because it'd cost so much money in gas to get anywhere. I hate this country. I don't care what any of you say, we're fucked no matter who wins the election. All the candidates are assholes. Not a single one of them are worth a shit. I'll probably get some shit for this. Whatever. I'm just so angry at what living has been reduced to. You're born. If you're lucky, you have 5 years of freedom, then you're thrown into the structured education system for the next 12 or so years, then you're told if you don't go to college you'll wind up on the street, so then you take out loans for an astronomical amount of money, go to college for 2, 4, 6, 8 years to get a piece of paper that says, "yes, you are now allowed to work a job for the next 30 to 40 years of your life! CONGRATULATIONS!" Then, you get bills in the mail for all your schooling and if you're lucky enough to actually land a job with that fancy new degree you 'earned,' you won't be back in your old bedroom at your parents house, working at the wafflehouse trying to pay back all the money you owe the government. You'll be paying them back in the comfort of your 1300 dollar a month one bedroom studio apartment above some ritzy designer home furnishing galleria or a mediterrenean restaurant that wakes you up every morning with the stench of fried lamb. Then you get married and have babies. Buy a nice house outside the city and a carry your kids around in an SUV and start the cycle all over again. Then one day when you're 65ish, you get to stop and rest for the first time in your life. Fuck that shit. That's not living. I refuse. I don't want a lease and car insurance. I don't want a job that pays me shit and doesn't give me health insurance. Then fires me when I get sick for "unreliable attendance." I want out. I want to LIVE my life. I don't want to have to get a hair cut if I don't want one or wear clean clothes to make the people I have to fucking serve coffee to a little more comfortable with buying it from me. I don't want to go to college. I want to learn what I want to learn on my own terms when I want to learn it. I don't need a certificate that says someone taught it to me so that means you think I'm qualified. Eat me. So what do I do? I'm at a loss. People send me money so I can move somewhere tropical.