I’ve decided I want to be 24.

Not even insomuch that I feel two years older than I physically am, or that I feel I act older than people in my general specific age demographic act. I just want to be 24 so it’s finally all over.

I want to stop being young. I want to stop being a “young adult.” I want to grow the fuck up, get whatever I need to do done, not give a shit about any of you, and live life in a state less dictated by the whims of other individuals than my own Nietzschean go-fuck-yourself attitude.

I want to stop masturbating six times a day. I want to stop giving a flying fuck about sexuality. I want to stop being optimistic and caring about the broader human experience in a vain attempt to make people think I’m worth talking to. I want to stop trying to be an individual. I want to quit pretending like anything you say is interesting, because chances are, it’s fucking not.

I want to stop caring about your banal existence. I want to stop caring about my banal existence. I want to start thinking about bigger ideas and stop thinking about day-to-day trivialities. I want to think cosmically, not terrestrially.

I am so sick of your bullshit. Our planet is minutes to midnight. We all have to grow the fuck up as soon as possible, whether we want to admit the fact or not.

-Æ.