if your a mess, god knows what that makes me

Fine with being bitter all the time

'its cold. its way too cold. why couldn't you be born in some other country? some warMER COUNTRY?

no you just had to be in shitty Canada didn't you? you just had to-

did he just step on my foot? im sorry did that random guy just literally run past me and step on my foot? what the f- why? you don't, you don't just do that.

oh heyy that family already has Halloween decorations up. I wonder if I could take some October aesthetic pictures of it, could I actually just walk into their yard? probably not-

oh hey its that creepy old guy who sits on the side of the road and yells and waves at people all the time, hey buddy, lemme just borderline run past you, and we'll be good. okay yup, no more awkward creepy 75 year olds.'

the smell of beer echoed from behind him as soon knew exactly what was about to happen. Phoenix.

Phoenix.... was his best friend, that coincidentally he also hated. he was so annoying and immature, he acted like a kid, it was irritating, but for some reason, he stuck around despite Lukas's many pleas for him to kindly screw off.

Phoenix always reeked of alcohol, not because he drank it, oh no, both his parents were drunk 24 hours a day. Phoenix's home life was the only thing that made Lukas feel better about his own.

'Hey Bestfriend!' Phoenix jumped up behind him as he always did. though Lukas saw it coming, he always acted surprised. Phoenix grabbed Lukas's face and pulled at his mouth making him 'smile'

you could practically hear Lukas roll his eyes.