sometimes, the people and places we are meant for take us by surprise.
When witches don’t fight we burn
I’m not giving him up. But, that doesn’t mean you have to either.
They call us the global generation, we are known for our entitlement and our narcissism. Some say it’s because we’re the first generation where every kid gets a trophy just for showing up. Others think it’s because social media allows us to post every time we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems that our one defining trait is a numbness to the world, an indifference to suffering. I know I did anything I could to not feel. Sex, drugs, booze. Just take away the pain, take away my mother and my asshole father and the press and all the boys I loved who wouldn’t love me back.
"Careful. He may look like a boy but he’s a bloody demon!”