These days I'm feeling bent and broken; pulled apart in about a hundred different directions. As Bilbo Baggins once said "I feel thin, like butter spread over too much bread." Or something to that extent, at least. When I say thin, I don't mean weight wise either.

As many 26 year olds feel these days, I'm in awe at the lack of the 'spectaular' in my life. Right from the time we are toddlers we are told that we are special and can do anything we put our minds to...then we hit adulthood and get kicked in the teeth. We're not really all that special. We're not all these intricate beautiful snowflakes. We're just humans, trying to find a place in the world. Working to live, living to work.

It's depressing, degrading, it strips us of all humanity. Everyday we whore ourselves out to the world but get nothing in return