Hot picture.
But more so because I like the aesthetic part. Partying? Drinking? Puking? I honestly don’t see what all the hype is about. To be fair, I am someone who would rather play sports, karaoke, and dance than to get trashed. I wonder what it is about fraternity parties these days that girls need to compare how much they drank, how many guys they fucked, how awesomely large their ego and vaginas have gotten. Because you know what you are to the fraternities?
Just another number.
Another girl they’d gotten so easily, another person with an STD, another sad, little shit who’d decided she wanted to be someone else. It’s disappointing to know that partying is just another thing on girls’ list of “things I need to brag about so people will think I am one sick bitch”. God, since when did all these people care so much about what other people think?
But don’t get me wrong. I’m not some little conservative nerd who is bent on studying. I may go to a school stereotyped to be like that, but it’s not like I stay in a library 24-7. I have my shit straight. And every so often when the stress becomes too much, I let loose. I dance down the street, drink a handful of shots, make out with girls at the club, maybe take an occasional hit or two. But I don’t need it everyday. And the huge difference is, I have my shit straight. I’m not trying to have my shit straight, I do.
You know those girls that fucked up their lives with that one little pill? That one too many shots? That retarded baby that ended up in their huge beer bellies?
Yeah, I know a couple of those girls. And every time I see a fraternity groupie, I get reminded how terrible I feel for not being able to have saved those girls. Because I let them do what they wanted. Or because they didn’t listen and I stopped caring what happened to them. I wonder how many of my friends will fall victim to destroyed futures. I’m the type that craves my freedom and I’ll be honest, I’m a fucking hypocrite. It’s hard as fuck for me to stand by and watch lives spiral into disaster. And while I am a free bird, I want to cage you. I want to lock you away from the evils of the world. I want to make you bleed out your poison and grow back your wings. So while I fly free, I want to do all in my power to suffocate you. But, that might only be because I have faith in myself to pull through this game called life. That might only be because I know what I need to do for my future. That might only be because I have a purpose to succeed and strive to end up on top. And you have proved that you can’t.
I can hear you complaining now, about how so many of my close friends are like that. Well, you know what? They have their shit straight too. They have proved to themselves and the rest of the world that they know who they are and what they are doing with their lives.
Don’t fuck up, I have a feeling it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.
(via becalm)