I don’t know, don’t ask me.

I remember hearing that insanity is repeating the same action everyday, but expecting different results.

So are all students insane?

Are all adults insane?

You keep telling me that soon I'd be driving the same car, down the same roads, to the same job, working 8 hours, just to come back and sleep in the same bed.

You wish you could be me, taking the same bus, seeing the same professors, relearning the same lessons, afraid to watch the numbers drop, both your grades and in your account.

You say I write dark. Just realized half my closet is black clothing. Bright, vivid colored logos are going black and white. Children graffiti dirty jokes, swearing at one another. The world doesn't trust people with power. They hate Superman, like an army of Lex Luthor's, waving their kryptonite around, discussing all their qualifications, building giant towers in the shape of an L, and letting it hang over the entire city. Ironic isn't it? I shouldn't complain, the world is always going to be dark, it's always going to have some form of conflict. Or maybe I've just been on the internet for too long, maybe playing Kendrick through my air pods are giving me an ear infection, maybe I should switch to my cousins music. Maybe I should try writing something brighter.

Maybe I want to make you laugh. "Knock, knock..." no not that. It's too simple, too- old schooly? What is trending right now? What will make you laugh? Hmm... Maybe I should search it up on the internet. No, no, no. Maybe they just don't like monologues?

...And the denim-jacket-wearing man continues typing on his computer. Surrounded by women, faces closer to their phones than their relationships. Oof, that might've been too harsh.

...And I gotta go now. No edits... To my next class. Goodbye.