Afterschool
Out the school I felt the cold bitch-slap my soul…
I see Krystal:
“You wanna, you know, hang out?”

Walk home
Shit’s frozen
Slipped on the crosswalk
Dirty snow I fall on …
Car is going honk honk!
Middle finger’s all up
But I had my mittens on
So I said, “Fuck you,”
And almost got run’d on…

…Runned off
Down the street
Till I see
Krystal at a Timmie’s eating timbits with Marcus from the hockey team…

Mockery…
She said she had to help her mom with laundry…
I’m awkwardly staring at them from across the street…

Mixed feelings of mistreatment and jealousy…
Why do girls diss me and go for guys who be dissing em?

Melancholy
God, I’ll be ever lonely, no girl will ever kiss me let alone want to ever hold me…

Without knowing
I was now frozen
By the window, where the owner was waving me to go…
Where was Krystal?

So I went in
And used the restroom
To blow my red nose
And dry my wet gloves

My chest was hot
Took my jacket off
And stuffed it in my bag
With my saddest thoughts

“But my madness starts
It’s cuz of broken hearts
That I walk the train tracks
Cussing all the girls I’ve crossed…”

When I’m at the bleachers
I double-step to the top row and take a seat there
(Shh) It’s my little secret

Looking south to the CN tower
Downtown
Pink clouds and pink snow: Toronto, my sweet home!

I check my phone
Text my mom:
I’m helping Tom
With his work
I’ll be home
Before dark then pull out from my bag a bong

Headphones on
A Killers song
I’m thinking of…Krystal
Krystal, Krystal, Krystal, Krystal…(fade off)

-I’ll fucking slit your throat with Marcus’ skate and piss on your wound, bitch…
-I’ll fucking chain you in a cage and parade you all the way down Yonge St. and dump you in Lake Ontario - bitch!
-I’ll fucking pull you back out and leave you in the middle of Yonge and Dundas for kids to slut shame you, while you freeze to death bitch
-I’ll fucking fuck your dead body, then jerk off to every video of it put up on Newgrounds, bitch

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