sad girl

How to get into college in 1983: get good grades

How to pay for college 1983: Work part time and summers. Maybe take out minimal loans. 

Reasons why I didn’t do my English essay:

me: fuck this whole societal system. I was born into a preconstructed cage. we all were. I belong in the place where we have no physical limitations and no dream limitations. everything is a fucking limitation here. we’re all trapped. we’re all stuck in the cave, knowing nothing else but the shadows dancing on the walls. we think it’s fine but is it really? somewhere out of all the galaxies we could be in we’re in a place where people kill each other and steal and lie and terrorise and hurt even after we have mini computers in our hands? what is this? why can’t we fly or swim with dolphins every day or run like the wind? why do we have to learn the trigonometric equations only to forget them all after a standardised test? why are people prized by high achievement but not the ones who work the hardest? why are we forced to go to school and get a boring job and then retire and die? why can’t we do our hobbies and get good at that and then make a living out of that instead of wasting time on things we don’t enjoy? what’s with all the stigma with mental illnesses and suicide and even wearing what we want? why are we are trapped? this society is a mess. and we’re all doomed to these walls and there’s no way out because everyone is fine with it??