We have this problem. That the universe wants to be noticed and the pain demands to be felt. It suck, we know. And it’s big deal, because teenagers want everything but pain, everything but the universe above to think about.
We have this problem while we try to fall in love with the right person, while we think about all the stuffs we wanted make up even if we’re to young to deal with it. And we freak out, eventually. Of course we do, cause we’re damn teenagers and the world is too big, to pretentious for us.
Eventually, it’s just a challenge with the universe, kind of who is the one more noticed? Us or you? It’s a game against the pain that we won’t feel.
And it’s a big problem, cause no one ever won agains universe or pain. Every teenager turn into adult, at the end.