Have A Damned Good Night

Peter doesn't need you, he doesn't need to talk to anybody, he doesn't need to express his feelings, he's happy just the way things are, the way they turned out to be. Peter likes to pass time, he likes talking to people just because, he likes to see things from different perspectives, he likes to learn, but he doesn't like going to school. Peter likes to burn time away, he drinks mushroom tea, and then has a few bottles of beer to numb his brain out. Peter doesn't like you, and he likes himself even less, but it doesn't hurt to pretend! He smokes cigarettes and has conversations with himself, he knows you don't like him, and you probably never will, but he hopes for the best, and he always tries to meet new people, but if it doesn't work, it's doesn't work, you won't have to worry, he hates you all, and you can hate him too, it won't bother him one bit. "Run away with me, if you dare! It'll be the time of your life... If you can put your complete trust in me, and I can trust you just the same," if it wasn't for autocorrect, you wouldn't understand anything he was saying, and if he told you in person, you'd think he was speaking a new language. Peter is a pioneer, he's not looking for posers, wannabe's, or hipsters. He's looking for wisemen, people that want to learn and experience more. If you aren't capable liking him, chances are, he won't like you. "So let's get this out of the way," he said aloud "follow if you care; and if you're just trying to be cool, FUCK YOU!" He liked saying bad words, and he liked dreaming just as much, he was ready for bed, he took his last sip of alcohol for night, "time to drive home..." It made him feel alone, but he liked being alone. "Goodnight..."