everyone's going to hell, and i don't care anymore. fuck you all. dave's gonna join the marines and ania's gonna starve herself to death. allison's tuning herself out. and the rest are alcoholics and/or nervous wrecks. not to sound self-absorbed or selfish or whatever, but d'you stupid fuckers ever think what this is doing to me?



so when you're all forty and keeping the bottle of sherry behind the muffin mix in the cupboard or dead, i'm going to know what you were, and what you've lost.



maybe then i'll have words for what i feel now.