Sep 08, 2008 12:32
[his handwriting is angular, bordering on sloppy, it's obviously that he's writing quickly and with very little care.]
Took two days for that goop to fully wash out.
It feels like a badly-done modern retelling of Peter Pan. Waiting for the Lost Boys to come out. For the tick-tocking annoying alligator to come out and attempt to bite my head off. Wouldn't mind a cute British girl in her nightie to come running after me.
Still. A tree. A fucking treehouse. Giant acorns instead of rain. Whoever decided to dump me here obviously was a spoiled little brat that didn't get Mommy or Daddy to buy a goddamn dollhouse when they were in their eat-scream-shit phase. Thanks, Mommy or Daddy, now I'm stuck in Disneyland with a bunch of other lunatics.
And I need to find a job. I just want a nice long afternoon to spend soaking up the booze. Maybe a bloody fist fight. A cigarette. An ocean. Where are the fucking oceans in this hellhole.