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twenty going on thirty five

What is it that makes me feel like I am way beyond my so-called peers? Why is it that I find the things that they believe to be enjoyable utterly stupid? Sure, I like drinking with my friends but my life does not hinge on it. I will never be able to fathom this whole drive for partying. What’s so fun about getting fucked up at a random party? Why is getting high more ideal than real life? Why are some people so wrapped up in being cool that they’re willing to sacrifice the important things- RELATIONSHIPS, SCHOOL, OPPORTUNITIES. 

RELATIONSHIPS, SCHOOL, OPPORTUNITIES. 

RELATIONSHIPS, SCHOOL, OPPORTUNITIES. 

RELATIONSHIPS, SCHOOL, OPPORTUNITIES. 

Among other things