This place, it’s a horror show. If the guy next to you decides to knock you out of this world forever, he can do it with just a piece of metal or, hell, even his bare hands. You blobs, you sit there, chillin’ in this room and I can smell the rot of dead animals soaking in the acid of your guts. You suck the life from the innocent creatures of this world just so you can clock another day. You’re machines that run on terror and pain and mutilation of other lives. You’ll scrape the world clean of every green and living thing until starvation goes one-eight-seven on every one of your sorry asses, your desperation to put off death leading to the ultimate death of everybody and everything. Dude, I can’t believe you ain’t all paralyzed by the pure, naked horror of this place.
I want to kiss you. I want to take your face in my hands and pull your lips to mine. I want to push in to your body with so much passion that it leaves you breathless. I want to taste you. I want to run my hands through the back of your hair and down to your waist. I want to feel your heartbeat against mine. I want to overwhelm you with my kiss. I want to lightly bite your lip after pressing against it. Soft. Hard. Back to soft. Back to hard. I want to feel you smile against my lips. I want to feel your skin beneath my fingertips. I want to kiss you with such intensity that once we finish, you’re left gasping, eyes closed, lips still moving in rhythm. I want to show you how much I want you.
Become friends with people who aren’t your age. Hang out with people whose first language isn’t the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn’t come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow.