I want to drink my sadness down. Smoke away the pain. Kiss until I can no longer remember what I was trying to forget. I want to feel something. I want someone to punch me in the face. I want to get smashed by a car. I want to just feel a rush of energy. An emotion.
So that's what I did. I seeked for an adventure. I went breaking in people's car windows, colliding the glass, with my old baseball bat that I used to hit with when I was on the baseball team. The loud, cracking voice of sharp glass breaking woke me up. Along with the nearby neighbors.
Then I heard sirens.
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The Four of Us
Подростковая литератураI let you become my happiness and that's where I went wrong.
