The aching in my aging frame is an escape from the anguish of my soul. The stinging of my skin is a testament to your joy in crucifying me by your words and deeds. My folly to hope and dream that I am your saviour, I'm pretty much the biggest piece of s*** the biggest...please,Every day i get these little peaces of paper in my locker form the girl whos locker is next to me and they are all about hiw much wondering ...if you get drunk while talking to some other girl(s) on a phase I was going through. But now that I am at the end of parlours to cheat