They are so many choices in life. Whether to live on or die young.
So many times I've wanted to die young, only to wake up another day and live through it.
I listen to the stories of those around me and notice they're all strangers. They all have a different life behind doors than what it seems. We all have are secrets, we all have our lies. So why get try to meet some, only to get angry when they aren't what they've seemed. We start caring when you're going to lose interest. We read stories and leave them behind to forget the message of what it meant. We read stories and become part of the characters yet we forget about them once we close the book. We feel the characters emotion, understand what they're going through yet we can't apply that to people around us. We read stories to forget about this world. But we don't apply what we learn from the book to our lives. We judge and hate for what. Why try to go to another word, to forget about that world. Why?
