People ask me for my last name, and I tell 'em I don't got one.

People ask me "where are your parents?" and I tell 'em I ain't got any.

So why don't people get that I'm still standing cause I care for myself? It ain't always pretty how I do it. I know I'm goin' to hell for how I do it. But I'm doin' it.

So I'm in this new place, Haithan or something, the name don't matter. Just another spot to squat for a few until the marks stop handing out cash, then I move on to the next town. I got lucky I could afford a bus this time, though I felt real sorry for the dude I sat next to. Didn't have much time for a proper whore's bath before the bus left.

So I'm here, and after I failed at mugging (fucking wrists'll be the death of me), I got withdrawals real bad, and ended up pukin' on the beach. Before I knew it I was in the fuckin' hospital again. Must have been the voices that called, no fuckin' way I'd voluntarily go into one of them awful places again.

Why do people gotta be so damned touchy round here? I don' mean like hair trigger temper, but why do they gotta reach out and touch people? I hate it. It feels weird when people touch my scars. I fuckin' hate it.

Fuck, I hated being touched before Mickey tried to roast my ass alive. Fuckin' asshole. Hope he's getting his ass pounded in big-boy jail. By a big ugly dude. With bad breath. Love how people are all "you should go to social services, they can help you." Fuck that noise. If it wasn't for "social services" I wouldn't have met that psycho. I'd be whole. I wouldn't hurt so damned much. I'd have both fuckin' eyes. And maybe, just fuckin maybe, I'd be worth fostering. Right now, nobody wants a nasty half grown scarred up brat stinkin' up their nice houses. I've been banking on how fuckin' ugly I look to get people to shell out a few bucks, but I'm getin' older. People askin' me if I've found a job. Fuck them, would they hire my smelly ass?

I hate running out of 'medicine'...makes me feel like writin'. Voices come whether I'm high or not nowadays. As usual, they don't help. I feel a little less lonely when they come, though they get me in trouble. Fuckin' voices nearly got my ass arrested for lookin for cash in the fuckin' hospital. I wouldn't have gone in there again otherwise. I know, I was hungry. Still hungry even after raiding the pizza place dumpster. I'm damn near always hungry.

Men, I hate men. I hate big ugly men who try to intimidate me jus cause they're bigger. Fuck that noise, just means their sack's close enough to punch. Fucker better be glad he had that badge.

Met a couple kids, twins, boy and a girl. Like a good friend, I shared the last of my coke...shit got weird. I hate lookin' at families. Makes me sick. How dare they get a nice house and people that worry 'bout where they be all the time. Seeing them be all nice and cute makes me think of that asshole Mickey and how he wanted to be a 'family'. Fuck families. I don't need 'em.

I can take care of myself.