Progress, Hindsight, Confusion, Hope

The defined ones.

Defining ourselves is an addiction that unfortunetly has been taken on by everyone.

And if you don't define yourself, and fall into a specific catagory,

Wear the cloths,

Smoke the cigarettes and weed,

Fight the fights,

Speak in the accent,

Disvalue everyone and everything,

Treat girls like shit,

Then you're nothing, you fade away and are invisiable to all the defined ones.

I try being nice.

But over time I've learned that all the popular people, aren't. In some way or another.

For a while I tried to define myself.

And I destroyed myself.

The concequences of which I still live with.

Because you must fit in to a group. And that cannot happen unless you're defined.

How I hate this society that puts a filter, face, brand and list, on acceptance.

Now I realise that the acceptance of people is not important to me.

I can be whoever I wish, however I wish.

Still in proccess.