Burn Baby ! Burn!

I’ve emptied my teenager room, disasembled furniture, removed posters from the wall, emptied my bookcases and my desk.
And I burnt down every piece of text I wrote between 2003 and 2007. Tabula fuckin’ rasa.
It’s about time I realise that I’m an adult. And that Hope and Change are just words. Not a reality.
Things can change, sure. They can get worse.
I won’t change, things won’t change.
Good thing I suddenly remembered that every living creature on this earth dies alone.