I`m just a pathetic teenager, A drop-out, A wanna-be writer who day dreams of becoming famous as I input another trip at work. Chain-smokes in hope of cancer, Drinks till liver can`t take it, Emotions just like a shooken up bottle of soda, waiting to explode. Stuck in a party house, no choice but to follow in the steps of fellow drunkards. I have no future, but I can willingly accept that. Avid reader, movie watcher, music fiend. Charlie Chaplin is my God and Hunter S. Thompson my Messiah.
It's not done yet, I've just recently got over a year long horrible case of writers block and one day at work my mind was just screaming at me and I began to write this story, it isnt great but still, please so tell me if it would be worth spending more time on.
Teenage Loathing by
ArchieHannibal
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