“Whatever. I’m sure there’s tons of great girls there you’ll become interested in when you leave. That’s when it happens. That’s when the feelings strike. When they’re not there anymore. They were such a routine part of your life for X amount of weeks, and then when you go home, they’re not. So you become obsessed, and gain all these feelings and inevitably, fall into this crazed, twisted love and lose all sense of hope for a future.”—I think I just lost my mind
Remember the year of 8th grade past. Oh man. At the time, it was the finest year of my schooling. I thought I looked great, thought my friends looked great, and I thought I had it all. HAHAHAHA. I actually looked like a freak, and my friends were not so flattering. Then we grew up and our boobs got bigger. And we actually found styles that suited us. And we started using makeup. And we found our brains. And the orthodontists removed our braces. Man, how times have changed.
I am Troubled Youth, sitting at a diner counter. My elbows lay on the counter, my head in my hands. I am Troubled Youth, thinking troublesome thoughts. Thoughts of revenge, thoughts of stolen love. I am Troubled Youth, anxiously waiting.
I saw it coming, really. After all, you’re all telling me I did this to myself. When in reality, that’s not true. You can blame me all you want, but in the end, it was your choice. Always. Your. Choice.
Everyone is stoned here. Everyone. SERIOUSLY. Some Allstars got offered shrooms. Everyone is rolling joints. Levon Helm almost died on stage from the heat. And everyone… EVERYONE Is covered in a layer of sweat.