What do you want? What do you need? You cool with just, y’know, hanging out and stuff? Who wants to be young anymore, right? Remember how pissed you’d get back then? Remember how that felt? How it burned your gut and made you feel tense and shaky and… alive? Remember how fucking ENRAGED you’d get about the things you believed in? How you could talk for hours and you really, I mean really, believed anger could be used as leverage, as a tool? Who wants to believe in anything? Who wants to be young anymore? Not you, that’s for damn sure.