resist

"who needs reasons when you have got heroin" -- renton. i lay awake and wonder why i live in a 19 year old girls childhood bedroom. im 23 and it feels wrong. i feel like my life is a bad post secret. that time my mother cut me a check for 30 dollars more than the cost of one months car insurance for the first time since i was 17. you told me you couldnt believe what my mother gave to me while we toasted your mothers birthday with the 13 dollar bottle of beer i gave her. everyone could saythey are poor but me because my mother helped me with a bill. a bill... ever heard of that? i have, a lot more times than once. infact... i've heard of bill every month since i was 17. you know what hes a good guy most of the time, but im sure youd rather have me deal with him because hes no fucking feminist and i'd really like to see what he would do to your 19 year old virgin purse. but i wont say a thing.