Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I’ve ever known.

You are not a unique snowflake. You are the collective crap of society. It’s all true. Everyone likes to think they’re just different, but deep down I’m sure those people realize that they’re just like all the others before them. I used to think it was absolutely so cool to be a punk person. In high school I wore punk-like clothes and listened to punk music. And did it make me a punk? I thought so at the time, but looking back on my foolish teenage antics, I really wasn’t punk rock in any sense of the world. I was punk rock enough to hang out with a crowd of people, but not hardcore enough for another sect. I used to think fitting in was the way to go about things, but after high school I was hit with an epiphany. I didn’t have to do anything to have people like me. They’d like me for being whomever I wanted to be and I’d like them for being themselves, even if both of us were a collective effort of generations past. I let go of all my musical boundaries and ended up discovering so many wonderful and great bands. It’s sad to see others before me and after me that still hold on to punk rock like it’s going to go out of style. It might go out of style, but it’s never truly going away. There’s still millions of fans out there that had to eventually grow up and get a job, but they’re still rocking out to the Descendants every fucking day.