Everyday I am more convinced I was meant to grow up in a different generation

If you are having a good time, why does the entire Internet have to know about it?

Has everyone become so shallow minded that they constantly need validation?

Does human interaction sound so repulsive that we constantly have to be on our phones?

Is the need to fit in so important that we have to compromise who we are?

Okay this party was a total bust I want to go home

Oh look! Tequila

Maybe it’ll all make sense if I’m drunk enough

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