Who am I?
Who are you?
Who do we want to be?
Are we only sassy, expensive seven jean wearing, raging rebellious teenagers?
Or are we the dramatic, over-reacting, think we know it all kind?
Oh that can't be...
We must be precious, flawless, Mequon Angels that prance around monstrous mansions and luxurious vacation destinations.
That can't be...
Wait there are people that don't have food?!
What!
Never!
"Well they must be lazy!"
"They must not try!"
So we think at least...
We live in a bubble outside reality.
It turns out the biggest problem may not be getting an A- after all.
Can this really be true, that indeed
we are sassy, expensive seven jean wearing, raging rebellious, dramatic, over-reacting, think we know it all kind of teenagers?
So who am I?
Who are you?
Who do we want to be?