I used to believe this city had hope, yet now the only hope I see is escape. I used to believe that there was more to this place than met the eye, but reality has set in. The Tone, what a fucking joke. As my time in this city comes to an end I’ve come to realize the truth. This place is nothing more than a failed city on a crash course towards mayhem, it always has been. The college was once a haven but the filth has crept into it’s halls as well. What this city needs is a merciless purge of the cancer that grows inside it, but that purge will never come. Some things just aren’t worth saving and this city is one of them.
I wake up every morning only to catch that Stockton stench, that smell of ghetto scum. It’s thick and exhausting. It’s negative culture, it’s negative people, hell, it’s god damn air. It’s made me a negative person once again. Even the college has fallen victim to the city, the counselors preach failure more than anything else. It’s hard to hold on to hope when the people who are supposed to help you move forward feel more like they’re trying to prevent you from moving at all. It’s all bullshit and it’s taken its toll. You can only keep the anger at bay for so long and at some point you can let it consume you or choose to embrace it. I guess you could say this city has broken me. Despite how resilient I thought I was, it’s changed me.
It’s time. No longer should we stand for this incompetence. As these people continue to look after no one’s interests but their own, they systematically destroy everything generations have built. Their job is to help us, not anger us. To support us, not to mock and ridicule us. To make things easier, not so inefficient and complex that nothing gets done. To listen. If they are not fit to lead, something must be done. Someone has to remind them what their purpose is. We break a rule and are exiled without question, yet it’s okay when they break the rules right? Just let is slide. I’m angry. I’m sure you are too. You can complain – or you can mobilize. It’s time we do something more than voice our complaints. It’s time we start looking for solutions that cannot be found within their level of authority, of which they maintain absolute control. Someone out there is willing to listen, we just have to find them. Prove your willingness to stand not by me, but by each other. That is where true strength is born. The machine wants to paint itself as the good guy, we will not let them.