My Anger Is A Form Of Madness, I'd Rather Have Hope Than Sadness

You said something like..........oh who am I kidding you won't know those song lyrics.

So yeah its days today when I hate myself that little bit more. I went for a stroll around old London town and there were all these tourists and ting, in my head I was bitching about them.....nice shoes, nice big ears, nice way to be stupidly tall, WOW could your eyebrows get any bigger etc etc, anyway as I was walking along snickering to myself I had an epithany......I was walking the streets ALONE. My trousers were soaked (nothing to do with my bladder, its was very rainy). I have gay hair. My shoes hurt my feet. Karma if you will.

I wish I was just a snitch nicer. Only a snitch mind.