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Journal Entry: #126

     I wonder how the world was back then. Back when the people who run this world didn't make us live on gasoline... Back when people were free to be who they were and not worry that people hated them for who they truly were. Well, in this society, we don't have a say in anything. We can't decide what we eat, what we will work as, who we will love, when we will die, and in most cases, what we think. Sometimes I feel as if I'm the only one I know. As if I'm the only one who doesn't accept how society works. But most times, I wonder if anyone feels as lonely as me...

     I'm just here to explain how the government works. Well... I can't completely do that since they love to keep their secrets, but I'll say what I do understand.

     When children are born, their lives are already planned out for them. Although when the transition from adolescence to young adult comes, that's when the most changes happen. A person could decide to become single for the rest of their lives or to be married to their Unity. Unity is the person in which is perfect for you. Not only do they have the same interests as you, but their genes are apparently good enough for you and your Unity to reproduce in order to ensure the Governments stability.

     But I think the best thing about changing from being a teenager to an adult woud have to be Independent Day. Independent Day is basically the only day in a humans lifetime where they can disobey the law without there being any sort of repercussions. You can steal, drink an excessive amount of alcohol, eat more or less food than what the Government requires you to consume, stay up past curfew, and love whoever you want. This only happens one day in your senior year. After that, we are considered adults and will be either fined or whatever the Government finds worthy. But it's the only day where people can finally be free...

                   But under one condition: Don't let the Government catch you.


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