No one knows me, so here’s my info

My full name is long, so what I’d like to be addressed is, “Zen.”

It’s a nickname for my very first name, way before it got changed to a popular name.

Y’know? Where you have to say, “No, not that person! The one with the long hair and she’s Asian.”

There’s a shit ton of Asians… with long hair… and that name.

So, that’s one of the reasons why I want to be called Zen.

Anyways, I am a college dropout from two schools and I’m currently working in my 6th job.

My goal first and foremost was to save up money so I can pay for my own classes and from there, a room to rent with roommates, and so on with moving up and all that jazz.

I’m easily emotional when agitated. Oooh weaknesses, for some reason it’s been said not to tell what your kryptonite is… ever… so you don’t get fucked over.

Well, person-who-is-reading-this… No matter what you do or say, you’re fucked.

How the fuck do I know this?!

I’ve hanged around with all sorts of people and yo… it boggles my mind that the prettiest people plan to take people down and also people try to take them down.

Like, why?

Are we in competition in every fucking thing?!

Probably… I see that everyone be sprinting from city to city just to a name for themselves and a reputation that probably won’t matter, unless you’re on top of the food chain.

Maybe, I don’t know.

I have no resources to back shit up.

Ranting and ranting.

That’s all I ever do.

Complain and get teary eyed over, maybe, every fucking thing.

I’m afraid that if I rank up to whatever in life and be close to famous enough, that I’ll be bored of life.

Same shit, different evening.

Do I really wanna sit up? No.

I have scoliosis and I have a sitting position where I’m hunched forward and yeah, basically that’s it.

I want to sleep, goodnite.