I am a Millennial. Generation Y. Born between the birth of AIDS and 9/11, give or take. They call us “the Global Generation.” We are known for our entitlement and narcissism. Some say it’s because we’re the first generation where every kid gets a trophy just for showing up. Others think it’s because social media allows us to post every time we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems that our one defining trait is a numbness to the world, an indifference to suffering. I know I did anything I could to not feel. Sex, drugs, booze. Just take away the pain. Take away my mother and my a—hole father. And the press, and all the boys I loved who wouldn’t love me back. Hell, I was gang raped, and two days later I was back in class like nothing happened. I mean, that must have hurt like hell, right? Most people never get over stuff like that, and I was, like, “Let’s go for Jamba juice.” I would give everything I have or will ever have just to feel pain again. To hurt.
true friends don’t judge each other
they judge other people
I hate when you sit in class and do absolutely nothing
like, I could do this shit in the comfort of my own bed.
i find bad jokes funnier than funny jokes
i wonder how people describe me when they’re talking about me to someone who’s never met me