Currently Viva Hate By Morrissey see related

I can't live in this house anymore. I just can't take it here. These people sleep so peacefully in their beds but I'm rocking back and fourth on mine. The anxiety is overwhelming. These pills taste bad and I can't swallow. I just can't take it here. Yesterday, I spent the 4th at a friends house because I didn't want the fear and worry if I was going to fight with anyone. Because I didn't want to come back to the losers hanging out in the early morning, I spent the night. Aside from the little ugly boy that makes crude comments at me that my friend supposedly doesn't hear, everything seems to be OK. I've grown accustom to crude people. I don't shed tears anymore. It depends on how dramatic they are. Last year, the hoodrats that think they're the shit because their house is a two storey . Oh, my God. You're so much better than me, by a storey. I am so consumed with anger. I feel like punching a fuckin' wall. Little fuckin' hoodrat talks tough behind her fence saying she was going to do something so I went to confront her but their house is heavily gated. It figures. And ugly bitch was nowhere to be found. Their all fuckin' talk. I made sure to bring that up. Scream it out so the whole fuckin' neighborhood knows. Come on, hoodrat.

All this fuckin' hell because some bitch wanted to act tough; wanted to make herself feel good. People have the right to live in peace but some people don't see it that way. I got no line of defence because aI don't hang out with people like that.