A good weekend ruined

Buckle Up and Arm Yourselves.
It's ranting time.

People are fucked up.
This weekend has been quite controversial.
Shit happened and i made the mistake of informing people.
Why do we a narcissistic need to confine people to a logo.
We must place people with a title, into a little box,

Where this title defines who they are, so our little world makes sense.

I do it.
You do it.
We all do it.
Some more than others.

I raised 'hypothetical situations' to certain people.
Only to see their face alter.'
It is soo fucked up.
I don't mean in regards to stabbing someone in the back.
Just the irony of of claiming to be someone else.

Why do you think you know what's best for me.
Why must i fit into your little world.
Why must it actually mean something.
Why do you seek to change my label.

Don't think you don't have a label.
We all do, you aren't aware of it.
What do you subconsciously label your friends?
Why?

Whose your best friend?
Whose your ranga?
Whose your fat friend?
Whose your whore of a friend?
Whose your gay friend?
Whose the airhead out of the group?

See my point?
I am rarely honest with people.
It only happens when I'm in a great mood.
Which lately happens less and less.
I'm probably more honest with my one night stands than you.
Because they're not gonna judge me.
They just want to fuck.
I don't have to be a label in their little world.

I am 18.
Most of you are as well.
You do not know what is best for you.
How dare you assume you know whats best for me?
I find it harder and harder to call you friends.
It does not have to be anything unless i chose it to be.

Cause you know why?
I'm gonna ignore all your advice, opinions and demands.
I'm gonna take my sweet as time.
AND SIT ON MYGODDAMN FUCKING FENCE.

Accept it or fuck off,

Your truly,
Dejan Tomasovic.
The boy on the fence.