I'm so sick of life no body is civil to me becayse I'm a fuck-up with no friends. I've had enough. I took about 10 paracetomol and my mom got scared and said I'm moving to live with my aunty and uncle in Bel Air. So i whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said 'Fresh' and it had dice in the mirror. If anything i could say that this cab was 'rare' but i thought 'ah forget it'. 'Yo home, to Bel Air.'