I hate the town where I was born. A lot of my friends still live there, but I have moved away. I have no respect for my friends and I feel complete hatred towards them for not wanting to leave a town full of muggers and smack-heads. They all congregate in one pub, where I used to work. It's a shit pub. The managers are wankers of the highest order. My friends can see nothing more to their futures than growing old in this pub. It makes me want to hit them.
Confession posted on 01/22/2003