Everyone avoiding being hurt and concealing the fear of death and giving in to social ridiculous rules by acting indifferent but show their vulnerability when facing a new born life makes me cry so fucking hard. Bold but scared. Broken chaotic unseen but still connected by the eagerness toward love. It’s your responsibility to start this revolution and you know it. Chester is the one everyone wants to be in their high school. Can I have the chance to relive my adolescence the way they did and love and fuck whoever the fuck I want without asking permission from the god damn society?