Friday, 18 May 2012

Sometimes, I wonder why I am going to get up after writing this and turn of my light and walk to the shower and brush my hair and shower and wash my hair so that I can go to bed and sleep to have energy for tomorrow, and also clean hair, so that I can then get the bus into town and buy my dad a birthday present to uphold traditions and routine, and then I wonder why dad will drive me home so that I can get changed to go to work, so that I can earn money to spend to support a failing economy and an unethical global network that I will one day become part of by getting a full time job to support myself and possibly my family, and why am I doing all this and what gives me motivation, and do I really think it will make me happy one day?

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