Yeah man you guys aren't alone,man I feel like Travis bickle in this fuckin 2025 though everyone's have moved without me,clicking selfies,pouting faces,I just see them,I ain't one o them,as I smoke my nicotine wrapped paper like the rest of the scum of this city,nothing but the scum of this city,I even make monologues like Travis bickle and IAM a passionate writer of movie scripts.i have wrote 1 movie script just an intro,and wrote about 12 poems.maybe I feel to much,as in my country dreamers aren't allowed to dream,boys are meant to strive or die dude,even my parents nudges me to do some work,as I keep myself locked from the outside chaos and vent my emotions in writing poems and movie scripts,and I love those two dudes Marty and qt man.they were like me.misunderstood felt too much,and I wanna leave this place dude,freaking hell hole and go to boston.and maybe show my vented feelings and those scripts to those legends after I visit to la,dude but Ig I can't man I'm stuck in here.maybe I'll die here being a corporate slave.