I haven't felt more irritable all year.
First experience. Might as well be last.
Enjoyable? Maybe if I'm drunk and completely intoxicated.
The world seems to love this place, but I tell you what. Perhaps I scorn the world. I scorn their opinions. I hate the conformity. I hate how people just waste their lives away here. To what end? To what purpose? I see none. Why? I don't understand. Is it that fun? I see no enjoyment.
The dreary smell of smoke and alcohol. To many it seems like ecstasy: refrained from troubles, refuge from the vitriol of life, a paradise. They feel at peace in the midst of chaos.
Hands flying, arms flailing, limbs are going places it shouldn't in daylight and facades otherwise forbidden are at full force. But is it really a facade? Or are their daily lives the true facade?
Drink, rave, grind and get crazy.
If that's their honest opinion of fun, I have no problem with it. Society demands we respect the people's fundamental rights to decide how they wish to lead their lives and I'm not about to tip over the line.
I couldn't care less about how you view mine.
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