Last Train Home

Today is by far one of the most shittiest days I've had this year.
I've lost my iPod, copped heaps of shit from people, got tomato sauce on my shoes, got some nut bar thrown at me, stressed 'cause this fucking SAC is doing my head in.

I'm not going to Emily's tonight. I'll miss her when she leaves for Canada though.
A couple of months without a ranga's gonna be hard.

August is always the worst month of the year. Mum seems to be anti-compassionate during this month. This time last year, I almost took my own life.

But even so, September's always there to redeem me from insanity. I just hope it does so, I can't bear this month.

I'm off, the hole in my chest is ripping exponentially.