If you think about it, we’re made up of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, and a whole bunch of other stuff, intertwined into each other by forces we theorize.
Along with that, we are also made up of irrelevant philosophical thoughts and psychological issues of isolation and loneliness and misanthropy and A LOT OF CAFFEINE.
I am mine. I am a mine. I am an emotional mine that can explode brighter and louder than Hiroshima and Nagasaki combined if something steps on it. Or someone. My mind is a mine. MINE. BLOWING.
School is killing my creativity.