"What?"

⁰¹²CHAPTER II, Two

¡TW!: Underage Smoking, Cussing, and inappropriate mentions, Death mentions, Mental issues such has, Dissociative identity disorder, Anger issuses, Insomnia

-Misery Meat
-Sweater Weather
-Side of Paradise
-Hansel
-Out of my League
-I hate my mom
-Cigarettes out the window
-YKWIM?
-Shut eye
-Sex, Drugs, etc.
-Alien Blues
-My little dark age.
-Daylight
-Blackout Days
-tired
-REVIVED
-Aint No crying
-Fuck it

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Ya' Know I wasn't expecting to wake up in my bed. Or to be fucking alive you' know? So imagine my disappointment when I wasn't fucking dead. Its better than being in that hellhole.

Great. Just fucking great.

I guess there's some benefits in this shit. I get to see my best friend. Damn I forgot how much I fucking miss Oscar.
Not gonna lie to yalls asses, im not a fucking morning person. At the fuck all.

And to top that shit, I bet that asshole named the fucking grabber is still the fuck alive. But one can fucking hope.

I need a fucking cigarette.

I'll just go to my hang out spot. I grab my pack of cigarettes, my lighter, and my headphones. I blast music all the way up my fucking ear.

And I walk to the big old oak tree. Its peace not being able to hear shit isn't it? Me waking up at fucking Six AM in the God damn morning just adds to my anger.

Brook said I should get a fucking therapist for my fucking anger Issuses. She can shove that bullshit up her ass. I fucking hate anything that revolves talking to someone about fucking feelings.

Taking out a cigarette and lighting it, I take a drag. Smoke filling my lungs and exiting out. its calming every once and a while.

I don't smoke often. Just when I'm too fucking angry and have no one to punch on. The fact that I'm fucking Alive is bullshit. To good to be fucking true with out some twist.

Good or bad that shit always comes with some kind of shitty price. Brooklyn and Prince don't even fucking live with me.

Has soon has they got the chance of clearance, I got sent to this shitty place. They just told me they have a Estate in Denver I could live in. Fucking bastards.

I fucking miss Texas, I miss my Dad, my mom eh.. not so much. I miss my stupid ass siblings. But no. They just had to die. And when I finally get out of this shitty world. I get a second chance.

Yeah fucking life just fucking hates me.

Of course just when I find escape.

I finish my cigarette. I drop it and stomp on it. I continued walking to the tree. One of my favorite songs come on and I hum to it.

Gods I love Shut eye.

I don't mind walking long distances. It claming. It help a bit. Although, I would like some things to be shorter.

Shut eye finishes and Out of my League starts playing. I start to see the Old Oak in my vision and keep walking while singing quietly.