• Over a million thoughts, each lost and helpless, sad and scared. They fear life and yet, they continue to fear death. They walk around like zombies, feeding to survive while they have no sense of belonging to the world they live in. Lifeless corpses roaming the world with only sadness running through their veins, made that way because they were different. They dared stand out from the crowd, challenged what was considered “normal”, showed each and every one of their individualistic qualities.

    But they were hurt. Wounded by those people with their fake hopes and dreams, that’s repeated over and over again and shared with so many others, are empty. They are human dolls, sycophants to the “upper class” and oppressors of the “lower”. They torment in groups because they are so cowardly to do it alone, their feed is the sense of power that comes from doing so. But in reality they are weak.

    They are the exactly the same, it’s almost like someone has copied and pasted the lot of them. And although stereotypes are terrible things, they are constantly placing one upon themselves, so thick you can’t not notice it. People like that I despise, but at the same time feel sorry for them. Their lack of personality and copied facade make me just as depressed as how their grouped bullying makes others. It’s saddening the view these people are placing onto our generation as whole, but they don’t see it, most of them are too self-involved to notice the bad impact they’re bringing onto our society. Their actions are futile, it wont get them anywhere. But unfortunately they seem to be as idiotic as we are idiosyncratic , and the worst thing is that most won't ever change.