yes
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the clock moved a quarter of a turn
the time it took her cigarette to burn
my favorite paintingAutomat, 1927
Edward Hopper
Oil on canvas
Edward Hopper photographed on Cape Cod. Hopper liked to work alone and sometimes painted while sitting in his Buick, his watercolor board propped against the steering wheel. Completely Costal Photo Archive of American Art
I had a dream I was listening to Elliott Smith while making an omelet in the kitchen of the house in which I grew up.
I think this obsession has hit a record high.
I hate how I’m always the second option. Just for once, I want someone who will stay and love me for me and would accept my flaws.
I’m sick of my naïve friends feeling cool for saying unoriginal, prescribed things. Sick of them complaining and interrupting. Sick of all the self-pity that surrounds me. Sick of mediocre people thinking they’re intelligent… including me.
I’m tired of listening all day long and never getting to talk. People assume I want to hear all about every little thing in their lives, and never think that I have just as many trivial aspects of my life that I just choose not to share.
I’m tired of people being too lazy and insecure to apply their internal knowledge (as Emily Dickinson put it) to their external actions. I need new, honest, unassuming, REAL people around me who make me truly happy.
Why would anyone dumb themselves down? My inability to comprehend that really made this last year of high school hard. I think that maybe my mental progression from insecure conformist to self-assured fledgling adult happened a little quicker than a lot of my classmates. I’m ready to put myself out there. I’m ready to be taken seriously. I’m ready to be bold and misuse big words, then learn from my mistake and use them correctly.
I really just want to study a lot and be friends with musical, intelligent, CURIOUS people. It has taken four years of high school and many, many words for me to come to that simple realization.
I graduate high school tomorrow. Part of me wants to believe I can leave all this stupidity in my past, but in the back of my mind, I know the exact same stupidity will be present in college. I’m about the only person I know who isn’t, and I quote, “soo totally st0ked omg”