youth is on it. everybody is

youth - a messed up society. they ask questions "who am I?", " do I suck?", "is it bad to be a virgin?", "should I try pot?", "fuck, do I look fat?", "so are we serous?", "is he/she going to ask me out?", "why do my parents have to get a divorce?", "does this shirt look cool?", "Am I a fuck-up?", "does this life suck or that's just me?" etc. shit. they know too much. they do wrong stuff. they can kill a person. they care about useless things. they wanna fuck, but not to reproduce. they feel they are grown ups. they have the power of energy. they are young, they are kids. They think their responsibilities are equal to zero. Sometimes they will do something good to you, but most of the times they just want to get something from you, eye for eye, ok a cigarette will do. They are lost, and just a few of them have a support, and just a few of them will get out of this mess, the others will grown old will have kids who won't give a shit about them, probably they will live in some God's forgotten city and they will work for a shit load of hours, but won't get a good money. so will you be the lucky one or the fuck-up who will ask "God, why me?".

ar galiu pasakyti, kad gyvenu?

Nenoriu kalbeti apie gyvenima, nenoriu kalbeti apie sunkumus, jausmus, kvailystes. Noriu netureti nepagristu baimiu ar nepasitenkinti savimi. Nors zmones manes neskaudina, man sunku save suprasti, myleti... Dabar jauciuosi apgailetinai. As mokausi...mokiausi. Dabar as galiu prasedeti visa diena nieko neveikdama ir poto apie astunta valanda pradeti daryti namu darbus, nueiti miegot vienuolikta, keltis sesta, buti pavargus ir viskas is naujo. Bet as nesiskundziu, man gerai kaip yra, nes siandien as gal netgi istikruju juokiausi. As dziaugiuosi, kad gyvenime atsirado nauja drauge Gulsah. Ji yra idomus zmogus, daug apie ja dar negaliu pasakyti, bet man smagu leisti laika su ja. Tikiuosi, kad kiekvienas mano zengtas zignsis siame gyvenime veda prie konors gero.

Dabar noreciau atsigulti ir paiilseti, bet rytoj penktadienis ir as zinau, kad as galiu istverti dar viena diena. Tad eisiu issunksiu paskutini lasas is saves, padarysiu namu darbus ir eisiu septyniu, sesiu valandu miegui.

It's a piece of my life

" I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges, I see my father strolling out under the ochre sandstone arch, the red tiles glinting like bent plates of blood behind his head, I see my mother with a few light books at her hip standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks with the wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its sword-tips black in the May air, they are about to graduate, they are about to get married, they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are innocent, they would never hurt anybody. I want to go up to them and say 'Stop don't do it--she's the wrong woman, he's the wrong man, you are going to do things you cannot imagine you would ever do, you are going to do bad things to children, you are going to suffer in ways you never heard of, you are going to want to die.' I want to go up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it, but I don't do it. I want to live. I take them up like the male and female paper dolls and bang them together at the hips like chips of flint as if to strike sparks from them, I say 'Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it.' "

From the movie Into The Wild