Excessive vacancy, well maybe, in the shadow of an eye
Welcome to Hellview, population 97. "I thought it was 96???" Not anymore idiots, because I live there now. The bullshit holiday season is upon us, where the birth of Christ is now represented with inflatable snowmen in the yard and unprecidented greed and materialism. And at the rate my dad is going this will be the last Christmas he ever sees. I've been sick as Hell since I started working at that grease factory, and still am after not ever being there for months. My family is falling apart, and I'm practically failing school from all the days I've missed. Relationships with friends have deteriorated and I feel more alone than ever. And to top it all off I've gone and guarenteed more fucking heartache for myself. And people can't believe I have ulcers at my age. Everyone is losing their goddamned minds, I don't feel like I know anyone anymore.I'm about a hair's breadth away from renouncing my faith, after seeing what religion has done to people who used to have an ounce of sense. That and the countless nights I;ve spent praying till I cry with no avail whatsoever. Game's over kiddos, evil has won. Now it's just a race to see how long we last. My bets are on "not too long". Especially for me.
"Jesus was made of crackers?"
"Jesus was made of crackers?"