We are sad, my dear, because we have received absolutely nothing that we were promised. We were good girls, we went to good schools, behaved somewhat appropriately, thought about the world and tried to make it better, thought about our parents and tried to make them happy, and tried to udnerstand history so that we don't repeat it. And for this, we reap nothing. We have terrible jobs despite multiple degress, which don't pay us enought to live in crappy one room apartments, much less own a home. And of course that magnificient debt will ensure that we (and by this I mean me) will NEVER, EVER own a home unless married to someone rich, which is, of course, the mistake our mothers made (or marrying someone with potential who later turned out to fulfill that potential). We wanted to be happy, to live simple lives, where you can walk down the block and perhaps think, maybe, just maybe today, in this city, no one was brutally murdererd or raped or screwed over by the governement. But these things don't happen. Our happiness is clouded by a little something called reality. Where people die of diseases that can be cured for 5cents a day. Where our friends kill themselves because it all seems to much. Where girls starve themselves. Where our parents regale us with stories of their own miseries and remind us that we are doing worse than them. And the only thing right to do it seems, is fuck the pain away.
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