I'm hungover again...It's like some terrible Sunday tradition. Every fucking Saturday I go out and get shit-faced, then feel the wrath of my stupidity the rest of the next day. I have this overwhelming guilt stuck in my stomach...not even puking will help this guy. I hate my life. I hate this town. Fucking insest and drugs are all your going to find here, cowboy. Best be moving on. But damn school. 1 more year and I'm free. No more pretending to have a relationship with my mom, no more cleaning up after my brother, no more pretending I can't smell the weed on my sister at 6 in the fucking morning. I used to be such a good kid, man. That's the kicker...What happened to me? I feel sick....