“Yeah. Which I know is fucking lame—like here I am, in my hometown, still mad at the rich kids and jocks and general psychopaths, and all the awful shit they got away with—but I can’t help it. When you’re a kid, that’s when you feel everything so much. Everything counts. Everything is as intense as it will ever be. Now, with this adult bullshit, it’s all so repetitive that a year disappears in a blink. It’s like I only half feel any day that I live, even the great ones. It sucks…
