too soon

I'm only 20 and I already find myself quietly scoffing at goals of others. Maybe its because I know them well enough to know it's all bull, with little or no intention to really work for it. I laugh at the face of naive dreamers. I roll my eyes at the mere sight of them.

I'm 20 and I'm enough of a disenchanted skeptic to compete with a bitter 80 year old prune. It all starts with expectations, followed by disappointments, and then it repeats a hundred thousand times till I've finally learnt how to spot bull before I even hear it. Talk is meaningless to me now, just show me action please.

At this rate I'm going die of severe depression by 25. So I'm gonna reset.

I'm gonna be a believer.