30 April 2012
Chapter 6 -
I was young; a lost soul. Since mum had fucked off I was sitting at home again by myself mutilating dolls as I always do. Life as a rich kid can be tough but life as a poor kid can be tougher. My only relation is my piece of shit dad. I rarely see the guy, and when I do he doesn't give a fuck. He spends his life gambling and drinking away his problems and hasn't even realised that love is staring him right in the face. The bitter, twisted, mother fucking face he's got. That's why I killed him. He wasn't worth my time. Afterall, it's all just a conspiricy. No one gives a shit.
After that I suppose I had the place to myself for a while. That was untill they realised that no one was paying the rent, the tax, the electrisity, the gas, the water. I would've had a bit more money if dad had'nt gambled away the last of mum's fortune... She was a bitch too. A slut. A dirty whore; left me like this. An upper class whore I must admit, but that's what made it so much worse.
The good thing about school is that it's easy if you have time and motivation. You don't need to be smart of have rich parents. I took advantage of it. I worked my fingers through to the fleshy, rotting bones.
Ah, I fucked up. That's why I moved here, London. Any man can get work regardless of his background. Once again I fucked up. Why is life such a contradictory, hypocritical whore.
I'm going back to bed.
The White Rabbit • Opuss № I