Time Flies By When You're Thinking About Killing Yourself

So, I threw in ...And Out Come the Wolves and I was transported back in time to good old 1995. I remember when the album came out. I was broke so I couldn't afford to buy it. This kid down the street bought it, so I made him give it to me for a few days. I did this at the Hometown Festival. I should have bullied more kids when I was in school. It might have done something for my self esteem.

Anyhow, I hated my high school years, but I still look back at them with longing. I met my best friends in those years. I became the person I am in those years. Even though I hate myself, I'm still glad about some of the things I've become. So, high school wasn't all bad.

Being the loser in high school wasn't fun, but there's nothing that can be done about that. Maybe scoring with some high school girls would help. There's only one way to find out. If I'm lucky, there will by many, many ways to find out.