Well see, mine is.
It might not all be real, I know that, but it is all true.
Walking through the halls of the god forsaken high school in bright and dreary Sunnydale, California, I can imagine a whole world of games and porn to copy and paste onto each and every little shit student.
Hell hath no fury like a horny teen with no outlet.
Now. Just. Fucking. Listen.
After living on this planet for such a short period of time, and at 17 years old, (supposedly the "prime" of my life) I've learned that I can't trust one god damn person. I mean, highly paid psychiatrist? The mother who's pissed that you captured and killed her youth? "Pulled the potential right from under my ass" - mom. The father that can't even remember your birthday? Or how about the under-paid school guidance counselor that couldn't care less about every little complaining student in the world?
Who cares about this shit, really? Kids shooting up in the streets, shooting up schools, anorexics and bulimics wasting away? There's AIDS for fuck's sake. AIDS.
I even have a TV and a hell of a computer! "Oh poor fucking me." POOR. FUCKING. ME.
I don't know, I just feel lost.
And the other thing that I have found on this planet is that I. Am. Not. The. Only. One.
Haunting each and every one of the schools and penetantiary in this country are thousands upon millions of shits wanting to do
It might not all be real, I know that, but it is all true.
Walking through the halls of the god forsaken high school in bright and dreary Sunnydale, California, I can imagine a whole world of games and porn to copy and paste onto each and every little shit student.
Hell hath no fury like a horny teen with no outlet.
Now. Just. Fucking. Listen.
After living on this planet for such a short period of time, and at 17 years old, (supposedly the "prime" of my life) I've learned that I can't trust one god damn person. I mean, highly paid psychiatrist? The mother who's pissed that you captured and killed her youth? "Pulled the potential right from under my ass" - mom. The father that can't even remember your birthday? Or how about the under-paid school guidance counselor that couldn't care less about every little complaining student in the world?
Who cares about this shit, really? Kids shooting up in the streets, shooting up schools, anorexics and bulimics wasting away? There's AIDS for fuck's sake. AIDS.
I even have a TV and a hell of a computer! "Oh poor fucking me." POOR. FUCKING. ME.
I don't know, I just feel lost.
And the other thing that I have found on this planet is that I. Am. Not. The. Only. One.
Haunting each and every one of the schools and penetantiary in this country are thousands upon millions of shits wanting to do
