I'll start it off then!

I'm sitting here, with a cup of coffee - in a spiderman cup - that my mother made me. It's warm, and yet very milky, just the way I like it.

My purple headphones are blasting 'What A Catch, Donnie' - Fall Out Boy  into my receiving ears.

And I'm thinking. Well, I'm waiting for a text off my best friend, but I'm thinking.

All the things I've taken for granted.

I mean, what if I hadn't been born in England? What if I had been born in Africa, or another suffering country? Would I have turned out to be a better person? Or wouldn't I?

Would I still be the same? Have I been moulded by society?

The word society breaks rules itself. 'I before E except after C'; soCIEty.

Society breaks the rules, so why on Earth do we follow society?

It just, makes me wonder ...

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