It's much more victorious on the days I don't think about you. When I can take big stomping steps on the cement and feel like the world is one big sodding seafood platter. I fucking hate seafood. And I know all these fucking girls just like you, all ready to drop their pants for someone who looks like Daddy, all ready to sneer at someone like me, all ready to talk about how original they are. You're all from the same school of fish, wet pissing pussyfish. And me, like some stupid octopus, wanting nothing to do with you and begging not to feel like my eight limbs are tied in knots. It's much more fun on the days I don't think about the ocean of misery you've trapped me in.
fucking fish aren't fucking friends.