I miss you and I hate that. My new school has been incredible. Dickson street is fantastic. I had a wonderfully drunken night but I still think about you. Which is dumb because you are a slut. You slept with my best friend. How fucking stupid. Go away. Get out of my head. I’m good at ignoring my thoughts about you until there is alcohol in my body. Then I can’t help it. I can just try to smoke it all away. But it never works. I wish you were here with me.