Write what? Drug addiction, petty theft or rebellion, choice, decadence, brutality, self-deprecation, clumsiness and emptiness? Under the grey Scottish sky, day after day, a group of pale-faced indifferent teenagers, a group of gangsters, blindly clashed left and right, and the symbols generally marked the hormones of youth.
If there are no, vague parents.
Boys, why is there so much anger? Did my teenage ever look like this?
A needlessly lost life. The chaotic youth time. The pain and emptiness that used to be so heart-wrenching and unable to find an exit. We opened the eyes of our own soul for the second time, but with so much disillusionment. Is the world mine? Isn't it mine?
Time, has anyone ever felt wasted pain for it? Or, the emptiness and decadence are just to fight the useless time - because in the end, you will find that all your meaning is still empty. We have so many things to choose from and so many worldly conventions to keep! ——In the world, we are all unavoidable to fall into a mediocre life, but everyone will struggle and suffer in the same fate, and the result is only two kinds: either choose a job, choose a house, choose a life, Choose... The big words at the beginning - the nothingness, or meaning, that most people have to choose; or, destroy and resist to the end, until this resistance becomes an indifferent habit, and this habit is also It is just another so-called meaning, and what is the difference between it and the former? I kept wondering what the point of our struggle was. What's the point of our struggles, Ann said.
I just hope that everyone remembers that the pain of youth that we all once felt is the most sincere pain. Sincere and clean pain and pure anger.
He once wrote about the fierceness, rebellion, and resoluteness of youth, as well as the sadness that hit the head and the blood and could not find an outlet, the hesitation of groping in the dark, the sensitive joy, sorrow, bitterness and disappointment. All in all, the best of times, the best of times, a face like flowers. Why do we forget when we grow up? In this way, human beings alternate between generations, eternal reincarnation. And youth is always that flower-like appearance, a young man with a clear face and a white shirt and blue pants. It is the repression and liberation in "the dead poet society", "my libido" sung by NIRVANA. And Kurt Cobain finally committed suicide, with a sigh.
Generations of ignorant teenagers still sway their blind youth. "Trainspotting" will show us the reality of pain, it is like a thorn, nailed into our thin life. In this age of wolves, we have already run too far, too far, we have left our souls far behind, abandoned in that painful age, and can no longer catch up - it is superfluous after all s things. We are empty, so we have nothing to fear.
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