Hannah McCloud (2) By Christopher Jordan

Needless to say, I wanted to fuckin' kill myself! She want's an answer and I have fuck all! I'm good with an excuse. People are usually easy to bullshit cause they're fuckin' stupid. But not her and I've got nothing! All I can think is that I overdosed on happiness. I've done everything they told you not to do as a kid, all the drugs, all the booze, but I can't handle happiness. It's not good for ya.

Anyway, the next day, my brother had a teen tantrum and told her I was retarded, and she believed him (obviously), and I never saw her again. And it's not cool to talk about it, but everyone's had that feeling like their heart and their arsehole have switched places. It happens a few times in life and eventually you just learn to let them end like your favorite song... followed by the nothing and the silence.

But I tell you what! One day, the mountains will crumble, and the seas will dry up and the sun will implode and kill everything and the universe will retreat into itself, BUT YOU FUCKED ME HANNAH! YES YOU DID! YOU FUCKED ME! AND WHEN I'M DYING IN AGONY WITH LIVER FAILURE, AND THAT BIG BLANK NOTHINGNESS AWAITS ME, THE LAST THING I'M GONNA SEE IN MY MIND'S EYE IS THAT DISGUISTED WINCE ON HER PRETTY FACE AS MY SACK CHILDREN GOT STUCK IN THE BACK OF HER THROAT!


in Scotland, United Kingdom


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