but I felt a sort of tender curiosity."
To be so incredibly content, I would be so obliged.
Yet another year, spent wondering when I’ll grow up, and then considering myself so learned. So sophisticated, so original, so adult. Working for a living, living for the weekend, studying for the hell of it, and paying for a better chance at luck with the roll of the die that is my future.
To be so incredibly content, in this little bubble of simulated happiness. Sucking at the teat of society’s most privileged members, begging for another year of childish irresponsibility before being pushed out to the harsh reality that is anywhere else but here.
This is too new for me to be so scared.