The hell with this. The hell with you and you and you and you. I don’t give a damn. You can say whatever you want, do whatever you want’ but the only thing you’re helping is the fire continue to burn. All I want to say is “fuck it” and walk off and leave this place. All I want to do is act like I never meet any of you. Maybe I should have left; life would be easier as Wyoming Park anyway. Maybe I’ll go there next year, they’d be glad to have me. And I can just walk away and forget all about this place, these people, and every little thing that everyone has ever put me through. The hell with life. What’s there to live for anyway.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
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