I can't save it. It's going to end, and stuff keeps happening that renforces that, and nothing I can do can save it, and it's all falling apart, everything I do is just falling apart.
And I have a complaint.
Yes, it's about sex.
Why is everything about sex? It's everywhere in my history class, and in conversations, and in everything people say and read and watch. Why? Why is it everywhere? Why can't I say something and not have it twisted? Why can't people wait until marriage for it? Why must it permeate every single little thing that everyone does? It's on billboards and it books and in schools and clubs, and magazines and it's so degrading sometimes and I'm tired, I'm tired of it, and I'm frustrated, and theres this feeling...Just this feeling way down in my soul. There's a feeling in my soul, and I can feel it, and it's telling me to get away from it, and I want to, but how can I when it's everywhere, and it's everything, and there's jokes made about it, and I laugh. I laugh because I find it funny, but why do I find it funny? I want it out of my life, I don't want to talk about it or hear about it or have people doing it, or pretending to do it, and I just want it all to stop.