kiakia191: I’ve been asked a lot why do I party why do I do half of the stupid things that I do. And to be honest, I don’t have an answer that will make you understand, because if you don’t understand now I don’t think you ever will.
It all depends on the way you look at life. I want to live a long life, but what I want even more is to actually be happy. Being locked up in my room doing what mom and dad want, that’s not happiness. You sit in your room and you feel empty. You feel alone. And you feel like you’re fading away. You’re not happy. You’re sad. You’re sad with your boring day to day life. And you grow old doing the same boring thing, day after day. It’s a routine. And no matter what you do, you still never feel completely satisfied. You never move away from your hometown, you get a boring job, and you become a boring parent. You become the parent you told yourself you’d never be. You’re kids grow up and move out, and you’re left home alone. Again.
That’s not what I want. And if you ask me, I’d rather go out and have fun. Because one day I’m going to be that boring parent with that boring life, living each day the same. I want to be satisfied with my life. I want to wake up in the morning and know that even if I’m this boring person now, that I wasn’t always. And it sucks for some people who never got the chance to be young. Because what do they have to look back on? Nothing. Because their life, it’s always been boring. And it’s always going to be.
I’m not saying go out and smoke crack. Just go out and have fun. Don’t sit at home and wither away. You have your entire life to be boring, you don’t need to start early.
So why do I party? So I don’t fucking hate myself.