I Am Dead Inside.

Summary

The article reflects on the disillusionment of adulthood, where dreams and hopes fade into responsibilities and societal expectations.

Abstract

The author expresses a deep sense of disillusionment and emotional numbness that has come with aging and the transition into adulthood. They lament the loss of childhood dreams and the adventurous spirit that once aspired to roles like astronauts and pilots. The piece suggests that the process of growing up is akin to a slow death, where one's vibrant aspirations are replaced by the drudgery of responsibility. The author feels they have become emotionally detached, comparing themselves to ice, and acknowledges the risk of being misunderstood as manipulative when revealing their true nature. They also critique the societal system, hinting at the facade of authenticity in a world that favors the wealthy. Despite the emotional void, the author admits to wearing multiple masks to navigate daily life. The article is a personal reflection on the struggle to maintain one's identity and emotions in the face of societal pressures.

Opinions

The author believes that the process of becoming an adult involves sacrificing one's dreams and aspirations for a life of responsibility.
There is a sense of betrayal or disenchantment with the promises of youth, as the reality of adulthood sets in.
The author criticizes the societal structure, suggesting it is designed to benefit the rich at the expense of individual dreams and happiness.
The article conveys a feeling of emotional suppression, where the author admits to wearing multiple 'masks' to cope with societal expectations.
There is a fear of being misunderstood by others, as the author's true feelings may be perceived as deceptive or malicious.

I Am Done Fucking Faking It.

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Have you found yourself continuing to get what seems to be a decade older within a very short time span?

Found yourself having less dreams and losing more hopes? The inner child in you that dreams and hopes for what might be, we must let go of for they are long forgotten.

Becoming an adult is one big “Fuck You.” In the days of old we had dreams. We were adventurous and wanted to be astronauts and Pilots.

In the blink of an eye we begin to dull and we know we were slowly starting to die. Dull to Responsible.

Scheming Really. It’s America’s Folly. It only keeps the rich men more jolly.

I would do anything to feel again. I really have become as cold as ice. By telling you my nature, I risk you believing maybe I’m a wolf whispering during the sheep’s gatherings.

I will tell you this. At least 500,000 masks does my face render.

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