Oh can you tell me, the way the story ends... a monster in my heart, a ghost inside my chest, I’m broken down-the world around-us surrounds my suffering, you smile and laugh at me but you don’t see a thing.
I’d wish you all a good year but nothing ever comes from only wishing instead, I implore you do something, make your mark on the world so that even after you’re gone you’ll be remembered still no matter how small do it, make them hear you make them scream your name from the top of their lungs make them feel you in their hearts... make sure they remember you no matter what happens carve your own path, utterly destroy destiny! wreak havoc! Avenge your failures! Love, learn and live like you’ve never lived before!
“Oh this is this is supposed to be a what?....”
“I see... well then happy New Years my young warriors of pen and paper.... that is all!”
