This town is eating me alive. And everyone loves it. I don’t understand. It has no pulse; there is nothing to this place. It makes me want to vomit. Harsh. I know. But I can’t help it. People flock here. They go on and on about how much they love it. And I am counting down the seconds until I leave. I don’t know whether I pity the [fool] people that like it or I’m jealous that they can be content with settling… But I’m leaning towards pity. The greedy north wind is hungry for my soul.
also, don't you just love the angsty-teenager-I-hate-everything-and-noone-understands-me vibe? yeah. it's a good time.
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