FRIDAY NIGHT
I HATE THE WORDS, THE ILLUSIONS, THE HOLIDAY.
I HAVE TO STAY HERE, WITH MY JOB, WITH MY ART, MY SONGS.
I'M FUCKIN' ALONE.
PIZZA. COFFEE. SOME ROMANTIC MOVIES.
SO FAR AWAY FROM HERE.
A GIRL.
I DON'T WANT WASTE MY TIME WITH USELESS THINGS.
I WANNA HAVE THINGS.
I WANNA A LIGHTSABER. A CLOCK. A NEW PAIR OF GLASSES.
I MISS MY CRAZY HAIR.
IT'S JUST A MEMORIES PROBLEM.
"I DON'T KNOW" HE SAY. HE ALWAYS SAYS THAT.
SO I LIVE WITH MY "I DON'T KNOW"
TONIGHT IT'S FRIDAY NIGHT.
I CAN'T SLEEP ANYMORE.
I NEED PILLS.
FUCK.
DON'T BE AFRAID, JIMMY
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