SO HONESTLY, WHAT ARE WE DOING? WE'RE JUST SCARED KIDS RUNNING IN CIRCLES, LOOKING FOR REASONS TO SCREAM AT THE WORLD AND BE UPSET. WE'RE UNFINISHED, AND YET STILL SCREAMING TO THE WORLD ABOUT HOW WE KNOW EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING ABOUT ITS COMPLEX CONSTRUCTION AND HOW WE'LL NEVER WANT TO FALL IN LOVE AND SETTLE DOWN, BECAUSE THAT MEANS WE WON'T BE FREE, AND THE THOUGHT OF THAT FREAKS US OUT. WE ARE THE UNFINISHED YOUTH. WE SCREAM AND WE SHOUT, AND WE WRITE ANGRY POETRY AND SMOKE CIGARETTES AND GET DRUNK, JUST TO PISS OUR PARENTS OFF. WE RUN HAND IN HAND, BASHING ADULTS AND SOCIETY AND THE DAMN SYSTEM, (WHICH BY THE WAY IS ONE OF THE BIGGEST FLAWS OF THIS WORLD.) WE COMPLAIN AND WE CRY AND WE RIOT, ALL FOR WHAT? WHY DO WE BREAK DOWN, WHY DO WE SCREAM AT OUR CONFUSED REFLECTION STARING BACK AT US IN THE MIRROR? WHY DO WE HARM OURSELVES TO FEEL ALIVE? ALMOST TAKE OUR OWN LIVES TO SOMEHOW FIND A MEANING WITH IT? WHY DO WE EVEN BOTHER?
WE'LL NEVER GET ANYWHERE ANYWAYS.
