I think our generation will never be understood. I think our generation ignores their own problems. I think we are having trouble facing reality. I think we are all wearing an iron shield, because mama can never see you cry. We are not trying to survive, we are battling against our darkest days. We don’t look left and right before crossing a street, but we look for songs that describe our complicated feelings. We don’t take the effort to succeed, but hope to fail and quit. We don’t care about health anymore and convince ourselves that we like to smoke. We start our days with coffee but end up with vodka at night. We stopped caring. We aren’t hoping to die, but we are living to hard, we are living to fast.
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Semi-personal blog. Dutch and English poetry and stories that document my life. Sincerely believes in writing as a form of therapy. View all posts by Josephine