It's Sunday morning and here I am with another fucking hangover. Stayed up too late last night, drank too much, talked too much and woke up feeling like shit again. It's a routine now, this drinking thing and I've grown weary of it. I'm good looking enough so that when I act like a fool, or talk about meaningless shit, people will listen. People want to be around me, because I'm just like them: arrogant, selfish and irresponsible. I'm 28 and my generation is in this perpetual state of immaturity. The sad thing is, it's encouraged in this town and even embraced. Nobody I've met here is what you would call 'weird', but everyone seems to think they are. Everyone has tattoos, everyone is "awesome", we're all 'unique', we all treat our pets like humans and everybody hates children. These are the requirements in this town, and to tell you the truth, I meet them. I'm an asshole 'hipster' who has nothing to offer the world. I have nothing to offer except superficial shit, and I'm tired of it. I'm tired of not having a relationship that lasts for more than 6 months, I'm tired of being a kid and I'm tired of puking every Sunday morning, like fucking clockwork. I have a headache now and this rain is making me sad. I guess I'll call up some 'friends' to go have breakfast with at some trendy place and we can talk about ourselves all morning, as usual. I'm pathetic and no one seems to see it but me.
Sunday Morning Coming Down
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