The teenage experience and unrequited love.

You feel alone, forgotten, empty. You feel as if you’re watching your life through a tv screen with no remote, no control. Just your glass eyes piercing into the static void that flashes memories that you aren’t quite fond of. I’m right aren’t I.  Aren’t I? To me, I feel as if I’m in the wrong time line, or just that mine is completely fucked up, deranged, and broken. The disc is scratched and I can’t take it out dvd player. The same episode on loop for a millennia. But wait, this episode’s different, it’s a special today, you find your first love, or maybe even a second one. You try to find the remote and fast forward. No luck. So you leave it up to fate. Finally the episode ends, but differently this time. It restarts, and your love is no where to be found, almost as if they never existed. You turn on another tv and see someone else’s lives on the screen, as they hug and kiss and hold close to their loved ones, you crave this. You’ve only just seen it but you KNOW this is what you were made for, you were made for love.