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Chia's feelin Quick little rant here... They slap so many rules and regulations on teenagers. I realize it's bcause adults who have been there don't want us to become the fuck ups they are, but still they pile more things to do on our backs, and they wonder why we have more problems than they do. I just spent hours taking notes on crap I've already read, and for what? What's the teacher going to do? Read my notes? Isn't it supposed to be more important that I understand what happened at whatever point in history I'm supposed to me learning about? And since it's an AP class, maybe you teach me a little insight on the times? And then you complain about all the little things that give us a release; our music, the way we dress, the violent things we write, our violent games. It's cathartic, sometimes to just utterly destroy something when everything is so tensed, and no one really gives a shit. Sure, you tell us you're there for us, with your wellness center and all, but it doesn't really do much when you play the cop so much that we don't fucking want to talk to you. Sometimes in this life, you just need something to grab on to when you think you're going to fall. Something that's always going to be there for you when everyone else doesn't understand. I haven't found it. Where's my release? Everything I could possibly use to numb myself is restricted to the older folks, music is no longer enough to blur the world away. Tommy gun. Bloodlust. A perfect teenhood. Fuck you.
Older Stuff:
don't be afraid of the future. it doesn't include you, it only removes you.
It is the duty of every patriot to protect his country from his government."
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