"Hope's dashed to the floor like shattered teenage dreams.
Boys living next door are never what they seem.
A walk in the park can become a bad dream
People are staring and following me.
This is my only escape from it all:
Watching a film or a face on the wall.
Robert de Niro's waiting
talking italian."
За подробностями милости просим в дневник к
hyperkvaksha.
Да, Зойд, это не мой охуенный журнал.
