I hate this little town. It’s so small, too small. Everything about it is small. The people here have small ideas. Small dreams. They all want to marry each other and live forever… I want to leave as soon as I can.
Unless it turns my red-blooded veins blue, unless it throws my trembling knees to the ground
it goddamn freezes my
into the point of
they don’t fucking have it worse and
I will not
Don’t turn my pain into a competition for your goddamn amusement. (3/30)