|
title: Prologue
time:  Y'know, its pretty scary being this awkward teenager in such an adult world. Having the problems of children and having to deal with them like adults. No longer, do we shed tears for attention, nor do we tug on shirts for aid. We stand alone. Facing the world, vulnerable and defenseless. Ironic huh? How we are alone. How everyone is bottled in the same predicament and yet separated by different circumstances. Funny how we're all so similar and yet so different. -------------------------- Its interesting. How humans adapt with age. Losing innocence and gaining supposed "Personal Relations" which is a mere sugar coated word for Superficiality. I wonder. Perhaps this is why we somehow lose pieces of ourselves in a bid to conform. Our natural instincts and emotions suppressed so as to prevent unwanted social hiccups. We have oppressed ourselves. Coagulating our basic state into nothing more than a congealed mass of hypocrisy. Ah, woe - [who] are we. |
