Tales Of A Drunken Cabin Boy Entry #3

August 26th, 2015.

Written to- "Dont Panic" by Coldplay

I recently joined the artificial army of Lexipro users, a few days of twenty milligrams and I still sit here wanting to relieve a feeling I can not find. The pills I hope find a way into relieving the the sadness, but the curse of depression also sparks creativity, helps to find beauty in simple findings, so its as if a cap is put over my thoughts. 

I hate the vast feeling of material objects and having to be liked. If we all stayed humble and took the hours wasted into trying to get layed with hundred dollar bills and put it into love of others and ourselves, maybe kids at school will look forward to waking up and putting on their backpacks. I may have a cap over my thoughts, but society has a cap as well. Everyone is scared to be who they are, so we blind ourselves with idolization, wanting what everyone else has. All I see today is money, sex, drugs. Girls having to stand so far out to the point of impression where nudity is nothing but an advertisement. (Keep your head on folks, I am not saying everyone is like this.) boys wanting to be what girls like and what they see on MTV. Paychecks today are used to get likes on instagram. BE WHO YOU WANT. People fear too much.

Ever hear a song or watch a clip and the feeling makes you feel like you can do anything, or the feeling is so deep that you could change your ways right there? I get that. We need more of that, not chasing the opposite. 

"You are blinded by what you idolize"- Beady Eye