She’s got you thinking this is how you’re supposed to be. Well, it’s not. We’re young. We’re supposed to drink too much, we’re supposed to have bad attitudes, and shag each other’s brains out. We are designed to party. This is it. Yeah, so a few of us will overdose or go mental, but Charles Darwin said you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. And that’s what it’s all about – breaking eggs! And by eggs, I do mean, getting twatted on a cocktail of Class As.
If you could just see yourselves. It breaks my heart. You’re wearing cardigans! We had it all. We fucked up bigger and better than any generation that came before us. WE WERE SO BEAUTIFUL! We’re screw-ups. I’m a screw-up, and I plan to be a screw-up until my late twenties, maybe even my early thirties, and I will shag my own mother before I let her, or anyone else, take that away from me.