People tend to lose interest in things in a very quick fashion. I do not feel it happens on purpose, but it just fucking happens. Things grow old. And you are then, faced with a choice. You can sit in that white room of despair and anger, being pushed around by what people want, what you wish for and what life seemingly gives you, and just decay, under the pressure, the vomit in your throat and everything just crumbling, as you pretend to be a happy little camper, smiling along side all the other fuckheads and morons that you think are your friends and lovers. Or you can, you know, grow a pair of balls and some backbone and actually do something. And by something I don't mean to go out and drink, to go and watch movies until your mind is numb and you finally escape from the reality and the pressure. No, what I mean by something is getting up and actually allowing yourself to change. Accepting that fact that you will not be this young again, and that you need to either do something now, or you will eventually have nothing more then air to waste and space to destroy. Things are not like in the movies. Nothing and no one will save you, and sometimes, not even you will be able to save yourself. It is a ridiculous statement, but it is also a personal truth. No one is willing to give a fuck after a certain point, and you will probably make the ones who are willing to bend for you, hate you in the very end. You must, it is imperative that you accept this fact: the ones you love will hate you eventually. Because they love you. And you destroy everything you love. Well, now that that is out of the way, let's continue. You're a fucking waste of space, and nothing you ever do will be as good as you want it to be. This doesn't mean people think this about you, this is just what you think of yourself. You hate the world and the world could care less about you. It doesn't even know you exist, you are just a blemish, a tiny blemish in it's millions of years and people. You are fucking irrelevant. Nobody cares. And why should this be a bad thing? Grow a backbone. Do something. Don't wait around for people to decide things for you. Independence is not sitting on someone's lap and saying yes, because you don't care. Not caring is not independence. It's a mind numbing illness, not caring. It makes you boring and a push over. Be a sheep all you want, if you're not going to care. What does it matter? You're just going to do whatever you're told, anyway. Because you don't care. Because not caring is just easier, less active. You fucking little twat, you fucking little shithead. Care. For fuck's sake, care! Care that the world is dying, care that you don't know what to do, don't just fucking sink. Don't sink, don't sink, don't sink. You need air and the pressure of your veins beating in your pulse. The price for not caring are chains and the price of caring is despair. Choose well.