If you had anywhere else to be besides stealing beer at parties, frankly I'd be surprised. But I won't assume, because I already know it's true. Everything that you claim you're into, you're nothing to get attached to. We're trying to find redeeming traits, but nothing ever seems to come to mind. We've circled our brains enough times to know your best excuse is lack of personality. Sink or swim, you're drowning in what's left of your confidence. We're watching you try way too hard. I wish I was brave enough to say this all to your face, but you'll hear it anyways from everyone around you. I'm getting out of this town small enough for two.