Cigarettes And Valentines

Homecoming/Whatsername

I thought leaving Shit-Mountain, was going to make my life better but it ended up making it worst. It's been 5 years since then, and things haven't gotten any better in any way shape or form. Looking back to it all I thought about the good times I had there, stealing from gas stations was the best. Jimmy was a great guy, and the woman that broke my heart was pretty cool. Now I sit here on the sidewalk at the 7-11 and "socializing" with all the rest of the fucking retards.

When I got home I got my ass beaten by Brad and that dumb cunt, but I sat there and smiled as the lashes came down. I guess I'm just not cut for a good life, oh speaking of cuts you should see my legs and wrists, very artistic. I think about Whatsername and I got a knot in my stomach, and almost "cried". I wonder what's she's up to, I wonder if her life is better without me. Yeah days don't go by when I'm not thinking about her, but I keep it bottled up inside of me.

And that was that, or so it seems. All I know is she was right, I am an idiot, it's even on my birth certificate. In so many words, this is my rage, this in my life, this is my town.