I'm just a bad actor stuck with a shitty script.
All of my lines are cheap and the cast is weak.
There was no music for the first time I got kissed.
There was no femme fatale, my mistress wasn't rich.
So I've been formatted to fit your TV screen.
The film went straight to tape, I'll bow out quietly.
So quietly. So quietly.
Yeah, let's send a plucky, pacifistic girl with a sword/bow to one-woman army the shit out of both Syrian armies, in an active Syrian warzone! I'm sure it'll work! And the two factions will cooperate and rebuild afterwards like the conflict never happened! That's totally realistic amirite?
Choose life. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and hope that someone, somewhere cares. Choose looking up old flames, wishing you'd done it all differently. And choose watching history repeat itself. Choose your future. Choose reality TV, slut shaming, revenge porn. Choose a zero hour contract, a two hour journey to work. And choose the same for your kids, only worse, and smother the pain with an unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody's kitchen. And then... take a deep breath You're an addict, so be addicted. Just be addicted to something else. Choose the ones you love. Choose your future. Choose life.
World moves forward. It never stops. It does not matter if we match the worlds pace, Humanity walks forward, on his own. Ever so slowly, ever so steady.
But what dipshit thought all cultures are same? Someone earns money off from this bollocks, otherwise this crap wouldn't be pushed.