Our Youth Was Full of Flaws

Youth: what an elusive, mysterious word. The hopes of adolescence, the sighs of middle age, the backward glance of old age: perhaps it means joy and love, mixed with pain and endurance. Everyone understands it differently. But for us back then, youth was a bitch: it made you feel good, then stabbed you in the back.

It's hard to imagine a group like us, let alone that we ended up in the same class. But somehow it happened, and that's how we spent three utterly fucked-up years of high school.

We had no decency and no dignity. We cried, got angry, and laughed. This damn youth of ours was a complete mess.

But we are who we are.

And this is our story.

Glad you stopped by. The road is rough, so remember to leave your pride behind.