The Highschool Paradox

My thoughts swirl like smoke, ebbing and flowing in this perpetual state of fluctuation. And as much as I hate to include myself in anything that isn't unique, different, I'm just the same as every other broken, mislead, confused adolescent that arrived at high school and realized that who they were was not who they wished to be. But yet here we remain, stuck on this endlessly forking path we are forced to run through. "Stop. Look around you. Analyze. Pick wisely." But I have never had the cold, distant, and often uncaring mind set that I quite adore blanketing myself with and my emotions continue to rule my every action. If you mimicked Lucifer and fell from your heavenly pedestal, then what is to stop me? My pride? My dignity? My lost, scoffing, cynical self, enter stage right.