It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.


2008-12-28

I hate this neighborhood

I want to move. I hate this place. I am sorounded by people who insist on driving like manyacks. Pleple burn rubber and do donuts in the parking lots aorund my house. People peal out of my drivewya. I'm just waiting for tire marks in the yard. Therre are dug deals behind my house. There are people pissing on my fence. It happens all night on Saturdays. It happens durring the day when I'm at work. My family has to stay here. This is supposed to be my home. It is not a home. It is a prison I have to pay for.

I hate this place.

I hate this place.

I hate this place.

I hate the people who make it so bad.

I hate the cops for not doing anything.

I hate thecounty for being so piss-poor on law enforcement.

I hate this city for being full of assholes.

I hate this place.

I hate this place.

I hate this place.

I hate lawyers for costing so much and not inforcing my rights.

I'm sitting in my dining room on the computer in the house that I share with my family and own. Yet, I want to go home. That is how bad this is. I do not feel like I have a home. I feel like I live in an apartment.

I hate this place.

I hate this place.

I hate this place.

I want to go home.

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