life is simple. the goals others set and the ones we know are hopeless are the goals to forget; what the majority might think is irrelevant. yet, i can't drain them. this isn't me; this can't be me... what am i scared of? firearms in the streets and the result of such? the hurt, the angst of the matter, the cries, not the drugs but the addicted minds, all that implies what is bad? pretty much what old perverted people think is young and careless!? as if youth was the source of all evil... i am youth and i am not scared of myself, yet. but i always revolve around the bad, thus thrusting the worst to myself, by too often prioritizing others before myself. one question: would you die for me? don't you fucking lie... i am...FUCKING mad, why do i let the bad overshadow the good in my entourage? we have brains, but to fill up with what? makes me wonder, is it my fault that my mind wonders and gets no answers? it is forced to be filled with the raw and primitive purity of my own heart even if it isn't the safest for me. consequently, another good question is will it always be that way? i surely hope not... people aren't evil.