I have something to say...

I get it. You’re twenty-three, you’ve got looks to kill, a body that doesn’t yet know the meaning of gravity, an attitude so fierce you think you’re on top the world. You don’t give a fuck. You think you’ve got it all figured out. No one can tell you what you will and will not do, who are they? They don’t know you. No…

Hold it! You really think you’re the first person ever to go through this phase in their life? You really think you know yourself at twenty-three and that you have it all figured out? You really think you can do whatever you want and there won’t be any repercussions later down the road in life? Do you really think that this persona you’ve taken on and have boisterously displayed to the public is original and your own?

Let me tell you something... In three years everything will change. You’ll wake up and realize that you didn’t know who you were at twenty-three. You’ll realize that your tough-guy, invincible-me persona was all just a lie, a way to cover up how you really felt about yourself and your life. You’ll realize that you were a fool for everything, everyone and especially him… them.

You’ll realize that all of those photos you took were a façade. That every photo you let them take of you was a duplicate of something someone else has already done. You’ll realize that you should have kept your clothes on. That while the body is beautiful, you’ve ruined your secret beauty by giving it away to the world. You’ll realize that those photos, no matter how you try to get rid of them, will represent your every conflict in securing your future as a respectable citizen.

You are a person. You are alive. You want to scream, yell, bleed, drink, fuck, fight, laugh, and tear the walls around you down with your bare bloody hands. You are alive.

You realize that life is too short to regret, so why do you regret these things? Wake up.