-"Kiss off" by the Violent Femmes.

I'm so fucking sick of everyone telling me "Your time will come, Max," and, "It could be worse," and, "My life is bad, too," and, "You'll get through it." And the thing I'm sick of more than anything is all the fucking "helpful advice." I've been lower before & no one wanted to help me then, so why the fuck do you all think I need your help now? Why don't I just lay down & fucking die?

Maria is dating James. Isn't that nice? Did I not call that like two weeks in advance? Give me a fucking turban, I can see the bloody fucking obvious. So there's another girl that went to the majors & left Max's league. I don't want another mental breakdown, but I don't know how much more of this I can take. Playing hard-to-get is nice. Playing a game of unattainability is not.

And it's not like I have no fault in this. Cut my arm off & put me in gray, 'cause I'm Stonewall Jackson. Kendra said it, Tara said it, everyone knows it, I'm not good about being open about my feelings. I build up strong walls & I keep them there. So stay out. I don't want you here. Can't you take a hint?

One last thing: don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I'll live my life, no matter how bad it gets. I may not have any reason for living, but so what? Who cares? Reasonless exsistence is fun sometimes, right? Sure it is...sure it is.

-max