One year older, huh? One year closer to death, huh? One more year of fucked up dreams, huh? One more year of "I wanna change the world, or at least my goddam family, fuck I want to at least change myself ", huh?
It will pass, says your mum, dad, or any other surviving relative. Or some trippy happy meme. I say bullshit. Hear this:
Anyway you chose to go: will suck, will require sacrifice, will be wrong.
Chose what's important, not what will gratify you.
School will suck. Job will suck. Friends will suck. Your hobbies will suck. This website will suck. Fuck it. Do it anyway.
Go the right way all the way, solve problems at hand. If you do it any other way, there will be no end to your misfortune.
Forget any notion of a good life, you fucked it all the way up from the moment when your parents you know what...
There-here-you will always have problems: that's the definition of life. Solve the problems, to encounter bigger ones - that's how you grow
It's gonna be the same shit next year, and the year after, and in five, ten, twenty years, the same shit.
Get used to it.
Get used to solve problems, fuck the pain, do the right thing, and expect only more problems in return. But that's better than not solve anything,
because: In twenty years, half of the people you now know will be dead. Half of the good people you love will be dead. And if you just hang in there long enough, ...
and do the right thing every day, soon, you'll live long enough to be the good, waiting for your turn.
That kind loser, you see hanging around, or that kind of asshole you don't see but know about.
Don't be that kind of loser or asshole, the world needs to solve problems,
Don't be that kind of loser or asshole, the world needs to solve problems, the world needs you.