"She's in love, and the world gets blurry
She makes mistakes, and she's in no hurry to grow up
'Cause grownups, they don't understand her
Well it's a big, big world out there, but she's not scared...
She finds hope in the strangest places
She reads her books, and she knows the faces
Of everyone that ever said she's alone
She knows every word to the saddest songs
And she sings along, though her friends all tell her
That she can't sing...
She's eighteen, much too young
To know what a kiss like that would mean
But her lips, they were no stranger to the touch
And she likes it way too much."
--Mayday Parade, So Far Away

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Sorry, I Don't Hang with Addicts. :]

Very few sights disturb me more than that of an intelligent person doing something incredibly stupid. Watching a smart person destroy their life is never easy, and it's a little bit depressing.

Like sitting in my school parking lot. Tons of kids who have potential, right? Well, they won't have that potential much longer if they don't get the drugs out of their systems. They smoke their happy substances--legal and otherwise--while I sit in Pinks's car and shake my sorrowed head.

It's not like we haven't heard the warnings a thousand times. Heck, one of my favorite clothing stores actually sells a no-smoking shirt that reads, "There are cooler ways to die." We all know that it's bad, and yet some of the idiots can't quite get it.

My question: What's there to get? It's stupid. Very stupid. And there's nothing to be gained from it, nothing at all.

If you're going to do something dangerous, at least make it worth your while.

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