About this user
People are like lice-- they get under your skin and bury themselves there. You scratch and scratch until blood comes, but you can't get permanently deloused. Everywhere I go people are making a mess of their lives. Everyone has his private tragedy. It's in the blood now-- missfortune, ennui, grief, suicide. The atmosphere is saturated with disaster, frustration, futility. Scratch and scratch-- until there's no skin left. However, the effect upon me is exhilarating...
Age
20
Hometown
Wolverhampton ( GB )
Country
Germany
Occupation
Being me