Discrepancies

So basically...
I'm either cursed or blessed because life hasn't changed much. I still hear voices, life is always on a steady incline towards the end of the rollercoaster.
This guy? Derek Smith, pretty sure he's obsessed with me. A total laughable subject of mediocrity. If it weren't for the fact he's a middle aged man with a slanted face from beatings I'd have laughed in front of his post traumatic stare.
My cousins, well Vanessa Pantherbone decided to stay away from me. I don't blame her. In the end I just wanted to be friends. Fuck those other freaks. Apparently, a grandmother taking care of her ilk is the same as watching incest brew along with the crack cocaine they were cooking at Bradley's Moms house. Cocaine is one helluva drug. Let me tell you, they were Christians. I guess nobody really saw a future in them... me neither. 
I'm doing fine. Got a job lined up, gone through CPR training and found out if Brad's grandmother ever needs medical attention I don't need to show up at her funeral. Laugh at the idea even.
Hey what ever happened to zombies?


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