We were all young.

I think at this age, everyone feels a dramatic change in the way they think. Most will attribute this to "growing up."

I call it loss of sanity.

Does anyone else wish for the days when we actually cared that we did something wrong?

Now we've learned how to use reasoning to justify our actions.

I hear classical music when I'm alone.

I don't know what it's like to be awake,
sometimes I just sit and stare at the wall and blank
out of here and into the world of dreams and solitude
where everyone knows how it is to live and
I don't have to care about you
Phone me at noon to find I'm still in bed,
listen to the words that I never said
on my answering machine
the telephone's unhooked and the clocks have all stopped,
we all know this means nothing
to me because I'm still asleep
and I just don't know what it means to be awake
(Don't worry, I hear the music in my head)

What I Respect

What I respect.
I, however, did not understand him, "Why are we here again?"
"To destroy ourselves," I was told as he lit his own cigarette. "Life's too short to love and hate anyone. This isn't about books or building, it isn't about thinking at all. However, it's not about mayhem and disorder, either. This, this is about nothing. We are an anomaly, no one is meant to be like us, to expect a purpose. When we become nothing, we correct ourselves for a short time."
Absorb me oh massive thing.

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Just a little excerpt from something I'm reading.