This backward suburbia of family normality strangely excites me; all white picket fences and so-called careers of varying collars. A stark reminder of who I am: different. I love it for that. There is something somewhat thrilling about not quite fitting in. Shall I shave my hair into a mohawk and wear a punkrock scowl as I yell? To hell with your outdated definition of success! Merely a dressed up recipe for whitewashed mediocrity.
For what I fear most is boredom; a fate worse than failure itself.
Title lyrics from Cog - Bitter Pills
For what I fear most is boredom; a fate worse than failure itself.
Title lyrics from Cog - Bitter Pills
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