Cemetary Stones. Moss Covered Heart.

Please, don't call yourself a victim. Your actions have claimed the lives of many good, strong men. You can bitch and moan all you want, you are not the saviour. You are not worth the trouble. I can't believe how fucking vain you can be, how fucking vain you have become. I hate your fucking smile. I hate what that town has done to you. Sure, a nod may be as good as a wink in that city. But, around here, you were just another sad junkie on the road to hopelessness. In your defense, I will pray that your new friends never discover your past. You are a horrible person. I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up dead soon.