It is the mark of adulthood, I have seen to become accustomed to a regulatory feeling of emotional abandonment. Having less friends, unsure about work or college, having less and less in common with the current generation of degenerates.
Don't get me wrong, we're all degenerates. We have become a race of caustic destroyers of all things good.
We **** each other for fun, we watch others' suffering for entertainment. We ignore the world's crumbling state, and yet turn our faces against it. Yet, things are worsening, and I feel the younger folk are becoming more accustomed to the horrors that are becoming the New World Order.
   The world around me seems to have become pointless, hustles and bustles only for a bottom line. Fake, fabricated happiness, plastic smiles on everyone's face. Solitude is my enemy, and yet it has formed a cloak of comfortability all around me.
I suppose I have nothing left to say. I'll try to remain positive, for today is supposedly a good day.