Fuck elitism. Stop preaching about living life to the fullest. Am I questioning the ability of a person who succumbs to the weakness of teenagedom to appreciate life? A person who smokes and drinks because it places them on a tobacco-stained, alcohol-sloshed pedestal? You bet I am. Stop telling me how to live my life. Because when you die, you’ll only remember about half of yours. So go ahead and drink from your cherry red plastic cup. But stop the lies, stop the false pretenses, stop acting like you’re above the whole god damn world. Because when it comes down to it, I’m the one who’ll get ahead, while you still live off of your parents dime. And we’ll see who wins the race. And that’ll show everyone who thinks you’re better than I am. A GPA won’t save you in the long run, sweetheart.