Conflict Minerals 101
i’m in turmoil, torrential treachery lately. my inspiration has been dead and buried, of which i have no trace. my body aches and i’ll i do is take. i don’t know where to start to describe my misery, these are my musings as of late.
i cant decide whether i want to write about my personal life where my health is decaying and the girl i could be in love with, or i could be in love with the thought, has broken off contact to protect herself. i’m not sure if i want write about how i can’t seem to satisfy my urge to travel because of my constant lack of money which leads to my unrest with my current employment situation. i can’t figure out whether to run away to a new state or stay here and deal. i keep talking myself in and out of selling my car and belongings in exchange for a one way ticket to italy. but, then i’d be running out on my responsibilities. but, what really are my responsibilities? aren’t they first and foremost to make sure i’m happy and living this life to the fullest of it’s potential? or am i supposed to be the typical responsible adult who gets a job and pays bills? i could speak of the continuous contempt i have towards the idea of capitalism which would prove to be nothing but a rant. i could go on for days about how pooling a lot of money is useless in essence. i can’t still shake the feeling that i’m talking a big game about saving the world but not doing a damn thing about it myself. i can’t help but eat my words.
