Flip Flop Lollipop

Give a dog a bone? I don’t fucking care. I’m confused and rather disoriented right now, and the worst part is that I KNOW I am.

I hate this shit.

We’re supposed to go to Martha’s office again today, as far as I know. I sure as fuck don’t want to. Now ask if that fucking matters? It doesn’t matter if Mikey or I don’t want to go. We are expected to go. Almost goddamned demanded to go. I hate Corsicana, and I can’t wait to get out of it again.