Skins Generation 3

Alex

Yes,it is I'd say 5.30 am and I am being typical me. Making out on the dance floor with a radom dude I would normally not check out twice sober,then we'll hook up in the toilet or his car and he'll give me his number ,but a few hours later I won't even remember his name. Actually,I am making out right now,not feeling anything at all. I rarely feel anything. When Liv and I first started stealing I would feel the adrenaline,now it is just routine. When I hooked up with Hawaiian hotties I would feel good about me,now I just feel worse and worse because none of them could bare with me for one more day,not to mention a relationship. My gradma stopped writting back to me,because she forgot who I am. Or maybe she died. Oh fuck how I wish she's not dead. How I wish I could take care of her. But I am taking care of Liv. Look at her. Thin like paper,with her crazy hair,talking to Grace. At first it freaked me out when she talked to her but after a couple months I was stealing extra food for her,that I was secretly eating. It was like I was her dad eating the cookies she left for santa. But I don't really mind. I'm still crazier. A month ago Liv was sleeping and I decided to go get us some good breakfast to surprise her. Right when I was leaving the market,this old bitch saw me and was ready to scream when I stabbed her. I ran and ran. I later heard in the news she died. It felt right. I protected Liv. I remember dreaming of Grace that night,although I've never even met her. I knew who she was immediatly. She told me to leave Hawaii. That Liv needs to be safe. The police are looking for me. I woke up thinking Hawaii is my home now and I'm never leaving.