There was this girl, she consumed him so completely that he loathed her he loathed her because he knew he could never actually loathe her even if she set fire to apartment while he was sleeping in it he want to an addict meeting the circular discussion fell on him HI, My name is blah blah and I have a girl problem
You're here. But you feel so gone. You slipped through my fingers, What went wrong? My support, My confidant, One of my best friends, you were, but now, I'm really not so sure.
My hometown is a place of rustic beauty and simple people a population under 200 meant that everybody knew everybody farmer Neville and his sheep always on the loose and the quiz night at the pub just another excuse to get drunker and drunker and the private boarding school which I attended so rich with false academia we learned the lessons which would prepare us for the false prophets yet to come and the public school and their ***** uniforms where I found my friends friends who at this point have arrest records ranging from assault to petty larceny and criminally wasted potential oh how I miss that town even now, because despite the racism and xenophobia which infest my kinsmen I still have to believe that things can get better that life there can match the beauty of North Yorkshire farm lands and woodlands and friendly knowing smiles My hometown isn't perfect and I wouldn't have it any other way