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Alumni. Alumni. Alumni. Alumni. Alumni. Alumni. Alumni. This word sound weird once you say it a few times in a row.
Integrity revolves around the person you really are. It is shaped solely by the things you do when no one else is looking. Good luck.
I was connected for a few hours. I sat in that chair humming all the songs I didn't know and singing the ones I did loudly. Smoke filled the room; all kinds of it. I liked where I was. I liked who I was. I liked who you are. But we aren't connected anymore. The smoke dissipated, the music stopped playing, and I stopped liking who I am.
I have plans to be something one day. To change the world and fix everything that's ever been wrong. I have plans to solve world-hunger, the AIDs epidemic, and to cure cancer. The only kicker is that I need to make plans to fix myself first. To finish college. Get a stable job. Plans are nothing though, really. What we need is action.
This galaxy is irrelevant. Nothing in it means anything really. We're all a part of something much bigger, but what? Is it God? I like to think so. I hope you believe in something. Anything. You need to.
Your ego sometimes gets to me.
I talk, you talk.
Not respectively, but on top of me.
Where do you get off?
Assuming that your bullshit is more important than mine?
That how you feel is more important than
the state of this world we're living in?
Your ego destroyed Japan.
I wonder what it's like to be an executive. Of a huge company. In an office that overlooks the millions of people below who could barely afford their rent, let alone the fancy embellishments of the office that you're sitting in. I wonder what goes through their heads when they go to their lovers at night, then back to their wives and wake up to steal from everyone, everything the next morning.