5 and a half years later they said to them, 'this is what it comes down to. this is when we see where you want to go from here.'
'fuck you,' cry the hormonal drug-addicted teens. they scratch at their wrists and pull at their hair. 'fuck you,' they say.
the sun rises and sets, but their lives don't move. they don't move. their music is too loud and their socks too high. they wanna grow up, let go, be young again, live, die, remember, forget, get fucked up, be fucked up for a while.
but they're starting to learn it isn't that easy to get what you want.