everything ends at some point.
all beliefs walk out the door, sometimes faster than you can find replacements.
the world is dynamic. everyday you are one step nearer death, especially after your freshman year of college, time will fly and leave you helpless. and after your death, time will render all your achievements and glories to dust. then you cease to exist.
i hate growing up. i hate the future. i hate reality. i hate having to become the very thing i hate: a product of society, another mindless slave to the system. but what can you do about it? if im forced into the food chain, i know i'd rather be on the top. i'm selling out.funny how eager you were to grow up. you dont even realize what you had until it's gone. when you lose your innocence, you lose the power to believe.
so hold on to those memories, my love, and guard them with your life.
because those days are never coming back.
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