Just confusion and some shit

Adults are not heroes

What difference do dreams make if we live risking everything? Without fear of falling because we know that at our age there will always be someone to get us up... But adults are not heroes and many times they don't understand us, right? They don't understand that we have more problems than the institute, they forgot how much it hurts that they break your heart, they forgot to live ... But do we know? We live as if we did not care about dying, to the limit and despite everything we continue to fear that losing things that we do not even have, ironies of life I suppose, that she is a motherfucker to take things that she did not even give us ...

This age It hurts, it hurts a lot ... It hurts having to keep so many secrets, not showing who you are and hiding under facades that you don't understand yourself. This age is like that, right? The age of mistrust and trust, of betting everything on nothing knowing that we are going to lose but that we would lose the same if we do not try, the age of revealing ourselves, of discovering who the hell we are, as if that really matters shit. What difference does it make who the hell we are? If you are who you are in this age you break just to have to rebuild yourself. I may just be a confused little girl who is completely and utterly lost, or I may be more than that, more than confusion.

Adults are not heroes, in this world nobody is a hero and we all have something of villains. Let's have dreams, let's send everything and everyone to hell, let's be someone even without knowing who we are.

Adolescence: a fucked-up and destructive period in the life of a young man, at which time he learns to live with his demons, to send everything to hell and to be someone.

Let's be someone now so that we can be, in a few years, the adults that we need right now ...