In Arcadia - b**h, You Ain't Got No Old Navy Jacket lyrics

Dear Monica, Hi. How are you? I am fine, just a minute of your time. I have some things I need to say. Mom and Dad aren't okay. As I try to figure out what to write to you about, How i hate my life, How i hate myself, And I wish he'd just... A stabbing pain in my wrists and temples as I write. I just started to pour out everything, I'm not asking you for your sympathy. Tonight, this is for me. Regards. Regards. -Joe (these words ripped out of myself.) P.S. I will get free tonight.