Dear You (On Going)

I'm just a kid. I know. You don't have to tell me I'm too young, naive, and that I don't have time for this, but you don't understand. This century. This world. It's different. It's more than simply making money, and surviving. It's about being hurt, so you can get up again. And it's about freedom, freedom to feel. So don't tell me I don't know what I'm doing, because I already know. And what's the point of listening when nobody wants to listen to you in return. I don't know much, but one thing I'm sure of is that a one ended cycle is just a straight line. Boring, and pointless. Oh, and another thing the eye is not the way to a soul, but a diary is.