Broken World
These days i have come to find myself torn between creation and destuction. The desire to learn, grow, contribute to the world; and apathy, spite, and a burning kind of destructive energies. This conflict has frightened and excited me. I has given a spice to life. there is feeling in life again. Its not simply go to class and do well. It is no longer about sleeping, eating, working, and school. There is more. There has to be, or else there is no point. So i say go find it. do what you you are afrad to do. wanna break some shit? find something to break, and a place to break it. may i suggest a baseball bat and a piece of furniture from the side of the road? something with a sign marked "free" on it. Pick it up, and fucking waste it. but recycle..because we waste enough in this world as is. Do something people will turn their heads at. do something that will make your blood pound in you ears. I am not promoting criminal action, or violence. I am telling you to break free from the stress the world throws upon you by exploding out against something inanimate, rather than ravage your soul by letting your fire silently smoulder under the weight of life. get up. get out. Break The World.