Hold my generation

We are a generation of diet cokes and dirty mouths. Of uncensored complaints and bleached blonde hearts.

We are a generation of gossip girls and american idols, emulating the gorgeous dirt we suck off our TVs. Choosing our favorite characters and playing the part to perfection, falling in love and breaking promises and tuning in every Tuesday night for more rules to live by, more excuses to stab our best friends in the back and whisper when the doors are closed. We hurt each other because that’s what we know- thats glamour baby, it’s drama, it’s life. Do we know any other way? Should we stay blissfully ignorant? Where is the line between reality and reality tv? It seems so blurry these days, I am living in a soap opera and the channel changer is hidden under abandoned shopping bags and too tight jeans.

I wish I could turn it off.

I wish I could rewind.

But there is no rewind. Our generation will be left to save ourselves, open our eyes and choose to be different or swim inside our blurry lines and remain the same. Live with tainted happiness and strive for some artificial form of perfection.
I’m opening my eyes, and opening my heart. All these petty judgements mean nothing in the grand scheme of the universe. All this gossip is juicy but I’ll leave it for the TV. And I will love you, love you, love you when you think you can’t be loved. I will shelter all your secrets and cherish them like they were my own sins. I will hold my generation until we are whole again.