Everyone says that if you want something, you should take it. But if you're a monster, it's hard to do that. I've always been a wolf in a sheep's skin. I look like everyone else, talk like everyone else, and act like everyone else. But I've always been different.
I am Kirsty. And I've always been different. I don't belong in the small town where everyone knows everyone else and everyone is peering over back fences to find out who's fucking with who.
I don't give a damn about who's fucking who. I don't give two shits about anyone. That's why I'm a monster.
I don't have friends. They have no purpose. Sure, I've got some people that spend time with me on hot summer eves, passing around a sticky beer bottle and a half-smoked joint.
I'm a horrible monster, and that's all I've ever been. That's all I ever will be. I tried to change for someone. And it only hurt me.
Now I want to be a monster. But it's kind of hard to take what you've already got.
