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When I have large gaps of free time, I tend to overthink. Or maybe it’s not overthinking, but rather it’s the important things clamoring for attention, things that got a little too dusty in the cellar of memories suddenly creeping back up, reminding me that they exist inside my head and need some attention. 546 more words
My generation seems to hold its sadness sacred and romantic. I’m one of those Millennials whose adolescence held awkward court in the early 00’s.
We spent our teen years with Fallout Boy and As I lay Dying and in basements of our grandparents homes with Bob Dylan and Quiet Riot on Vinyl and in my case, hiding behind my insanely religious step-fathers shitty house listening to Nirvana on CDs borrowed from older friends who, in hindsight, someone… 328 more words