I need someone to talk to. Anyone out there? Anyone...? Or no...? Ehh. Whatever. I'm an afterthought, it's destiny.
So what happens when the world is no longer an insignificant little dot on the mist of the galaxy? The sky turns an unfathomable red that, great assured, goes unnoticed? The day will come when you need the supported youth, when we are more than the aft young that you don't need. Love, we will save your bastard world.
To the right person, this will make so much sense.