I dream day and night about winning the lottery and taking all the people I love away from this dirty city - and I'd make sure all the people who went out of their way to make my life miserable know that I could buy and sell their pathetic lives. I want them to die of envy, make them wish they were my friends while I treat them like shit, and occasionally punctuate their monotonous, slow trip to death with stories about my travels, adventures and romances.
Confession posted on 10/01/2003