idaubrey
Off my tung it drips. Seeping in through your ears, straight to your heart where it hits you hard. We live, we love, we lie.
SInce I was born i've been bread to strive for success. The way they taught me, the way we lived-- to strive for success! --thats the motto. But even after my eighteen years, i'm not quite sure if 'success' is what I should be looking for.
Repeat. Again the same thoughts came to mind that morning as they did the morning before. The same thoughts: what am i doing? Where am i going? Is there anything for breakfast besides frosted flakes? Life had become mundane, meaningless.