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Yea, it's that time of your life when behavior is a way of life but wish you could go back to the days when you wore behaviour and felt proud about it.

Irony of life: Holding your post-teen hormones as you enter twenty and believing that you want to die without hurting anyone.

Irony of life 2: Forced to think the above was a stupid ideal when you cross twenty five.

"So this is, this is how it feels to be crushed."

Premise

I have reason to believe that no one bears a stone for a heart. The thought that makes you not want to give up on humanity.

"What have they done to you, to your soul?"

"Is this how the ache of the heart feels, grandpa? It stings." "Where is my angst? Where is my Existential-Nihilist?"