My name is Vincent.
My mom died from cancer last night and I no longer have anywhere to go. Dammit, I'm glad I was able to tell her I love her...all the money I got for her medicine wasn't enough. I'm just one person, what do you expect?
I robbed a bank to try and pay for her medicine but that didn't help. I didn't get caught. I'm homicidal and suicidal, great mix huh?
Lucky for me I don't have friends to turn to but I still go to school. I have an ignorant girlfriend that's good at looking pretty. Heh. Wait, she cheated on me, so I'm done with her lame ass.
I live in a shitty studio apartment and have a job at a gas station.
I also have a car that I found all messed up but I fixed it up nice. I'm driving home and it's pretty late because I wanted to go smoke a cigarette and look at the sky at some park. As soon as I got home I walked to the bathroom and looked in the mirror for a while. I close my eyes and there's always another pair of eyes looking back at me. I take a deep breath and punch the wall as hard as I can
"SHIT!"
I screamed then sat down. There's nothing left for me here. Not even a little motivation.
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RandomVincent is a guy that seems like great. He could make you think passes as normal but you really don't know what goes on in his head. You don't. He has a problem and doesn't think he does. His mother died from cancer and he never really talks to anyo...
