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I am a heartless son of a bitch.. at least, that’s how I feel right now. Summer is almost over, but the changes continue to pile around me and drown me into an abyss of something unfamiliar. The blue in my eyes keeps fading while I continue to lash through these little surprises that lfe hands me.
But Nick, you’re so composed!
Feeble attempts to explain my side will only result in a selfish battle. I always lose in the end.
I don't like the way things are now, but I don't know how I'll handle seeing it all fade away. How will I explain to my children the wonders of Packman when their video game consoles will probably consist of virtual rooms that you walk into to play? It is not just technology that frightens me, although that is a large percentage. The world will crumble, I can tell. It will start with Hollywood. Maybe I will be the next Robert Evans and I will rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall. I will tell the world all about my relentless demises in a book or artsy film which will lead me to my final rise (followed by the inevitable death). Or maybe I will spend a lifetime pondering if cause and effect really does exist or if everything truly is just fate; that we never needed that cause to happen because the effect would have taken place either way. I will drown in a world of glamour and drugs, but by the time I find my way out of the rabbit hole it will no longer be an accomplishment, but only a cliche. From Backstreet Boy to another musical tragedy, that's the only part that will be remembered about me. I fear the future because I cannot keep up with the present.
I feel like my skull is closing in on my brain while my body is being roasted on some sort of inferno.
Yeah, I’m feeling cryptic, deal with it.
-Nick