Ilysm

Consistency is outdated. Contradiction is inevitable.




When you stand on the final frontier of teenage angst and no road seems to be just right, trying to follow your own way may eventually put you face to face with the void. Fill it with an impossible love fantasy, a transcendental passion for music, or escapist drugs and alcohol? In this ignorant universe, on this hopeless planet, and in this filthy city, everything you see burns in front of your eyes, everything you smell reeks of misery, and nothing you hear makes any sense. Trauma pins you down to the ground, staining your leather jacket, and doubt tears your little rebel heart out up from your ribcage. Self-sabotage, therapy, suicide... Freedom?