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You get up there, in a city with 8 million people, and noone gives a SHIT about you.
Writer, my ass. There's about 5 million more in that 8.
All this fuck you, dad. All this asking for cars and thinking you'll get into the big boys.
All this college shit. Talking about working two jobs while you're still in high school. Talking to mom about it during the week while I'm away on buisness.
Get a fucking life.
Go do something I'll be proud of.
Actual encouragement from a Mr. C. Brooks.
The worst part is, I think he's probably right.
I'm a shitty person. And I'm shooting for stars I don't even think I can see or ever could see.
What a useless, numb fuck I am.
I am a dried up, forgotten rind of shit.
I feel like the biggest waste of time, and I probably am.
What goes around comes around.
I deserve it.
Writer, my ass. There's about 5 million more in that 8.
All this fuck you, dad. All this asking for cars and thinking you'll get into the big boys.
All this college shit. Talking about working two jobs while you're still in high school. Talking to mom about it during the week while I'm away on buisness.
Get a fucking life.
Go do something I'll be proud of.
Actual encouragement from a Mr. C. Brooks.
The worst part is, I think he's probably right.
I'm a shitty person. And I'm shooting for stars I don't even think I can see or ever could see.
What a useless, numb fuck I am.
I am a dried up, forgotten rind of shit.
I feel like the biggest waste of time, and I probably am.
What goes around comes around.
I deserve it.