Times...

Its quite ridiculous that maturity is not relative. To move on is simple, yes- but I might not move because I might not choose to do so. I might want to remember and I might even want to be bitter about it. I do not think what is clearly understood is really understood. The predicament of being irrelevant is just criminal wastage of irrelevance and it may often lead to a conflicting composite of impromptu bullshit. There is a specific way of life but being considerably against it, doesn't always lead to fucking up of the most disoriented illusions.But it leads to fucking up anyway.

Fucking Up: Literally, fucking up.

Maturity: Either grow the fuck up or just, fuck up.

Relevance: Irrelevant

Bullshit: Relevant

Me: Ridiculous.