Have you ever felt alone in a place where your told you belonged?
Well for me that place is known as the social nightmare and birthplace of responsibility known as Highschool.
17 years of age and not a day goes by I don't regret not ending my life yesterday. Not a moment passes I dont think of taking the end of my freshly sharpened pencil and jabbing it deep into the nearest person chest cavity. Yet everyday I find myself here slumping in class lazily writing notes and taking direction.. But why? if I'm so motivated to cut class and slow the breathing rate of anything alive around me Why do I drag myself to class? Why do I take every bit of energy and spend it impressing someone else. The answer ranges from the desire for success to the threats of ones parental unit. In my case to my extreme dis-pleasure its what most would call Love.
For the intelligent man whos life has been loveless and has used his time more wisely. In one phrase you could say "Love is the worlds greatest double edged sword"
