Evelyn.

You've crossed the finish line
won the race but lost your mind
was it worth it afterall?

I can't express how much people are becoming more like eachother every day and pretty soon everyone will copy the next person to the fullest extent and there won't be any creativity or individuality anymore but just a sea of confused people with pre made tears in their jeans and the same black lines underneath their eyes. I live in two worlds, but in one there are slightly less confused characters. They already have a plan and a way to fix things, a way to sacrifice themselves for the sake of their own well being. My second is my generation, of human flesh, they come with full force and don't accept things for what they are. Someday i'd like to leave here and start over with whatever I can carry with me, or nothing at all, whichever happens to be the best idea at the time.