Tuesday, 3 January 2017


So you decide to burn down the family home with your parents still in it. Due to peer pressure or something of the like. It was time to be your own person, whatever that means. Whatever that looks like. You throw gang signs at the neighbours as they come out to the balcony to see what's going on. The fire jumps across the small gap between the houses and their screams soon join the throng. If I've learnt anything from this, anything at all in my life, it's that misery loves strife - or strife at least is distraction enough to the misery in my life.

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