I hated Liston Hills FROM the moment I drove into this stupid town. No matter which way I looked at it, I hated it. From the preppy school douche bags that dropped lame ass pick me ups every time I walked through the corridors at my new school, to my scheming slut of a mother who brought me here against all my better judgment.
I want to go home, to breathe the thick stuffy air of New York City. To eat a fucking corn dog without someone looking at me like I am a bug needing to be dissected. Why did my life have to revolve around a singular thing? The answer to that is simple: - need.