texts: Well, you shouldn't drink. Are you gonna drink? </s> <s> No. Oh, maybe. Fuck. </s> <s> I mean, that would suck if you had to go back to rehab. </s> <s> Yeah, it would suck big time. I'd kill myself first. </s> <s> It was pretty bad, huh?
labels: It was like hell with windows. You know, there's shit on the walls. Kids my age sucking their thumbs. I mean, every day I would, I'd wake up in my cell and I'd think, my parents put me here. Why? Why? Because I stayed out all night one time. Uh, because I broke the VCR when I was drunk. Because I was out of control. I thought my parents loved me.