Follow Your Passion: A Seamless Tumblr Journey
A girl sighs, flopping down on her bed, LED lights cover it. She swears she was born in the wrong generation, turning her head to gaze at the Chappell Roan poster on her wall. Next to it, a Taylor Swift album cover. Today somebody asked her, “Who’s Billie Eilish?” When she asked her mom about if she used to listen to her, a faint smile crossed her face, and she chuckled, whispering, “why aren’t you scared of me, why don’t you run from me, what do you know?” Under her breath.
I don’t know if this counts as a vent but like, I have this primal urge that can never be filled, because I yearn to be a teenager in the early 2000’s. And it isn’t even one of those “I was born in the wrong generation, I just love the aesthetic of it.” No, I need to have been born earlier. Everything seemed so much simpler, my attention span wouldn’t have been fried by hours upon hours mindlessly scrolling on TikTok. And all the stuff I’m into is from that era, so I wouldn’t be missing out on anything. To be alive during the height of MCR, FOB and P!ATD pre Ryan leaving would fix everything wrong with me, and I know it. The urge is so strong, I get genuinely emotional thinking about how I’ll never experience it. Like, I’m mourning a time that never existed for me. Maybe I’m just neurodivergent and get emotional over little things, or maybe I was born to have been a teen in the early 2000’s.