This sucks ass! I’m seriously going out of my fucking mind here! I can’t stand sitting around in this house anymore. I hate this place, Cornwall is basically an island, cut off from the rest of the country, feels that way most of the time anyway. The field’s are slowly closing in on me. I feel like I’m trapped here, in this ghost town. Only the ghost’s in this town are all borderline alcoholic Cornish rednecks. They grow up here they work menial jobs for most of there lives, they have kids and then end up drinking themselves to death or slinking off in some other forgettable way. Then their kids start the cycle all over again. Maybe not the nicest generalization but its surprisingly accurate.
It’s completely unmodulated, day after day, generation after generation. It’s enough to make you want to blow your brains out. How anyone can enjoy living in a place like this is completely beyond me. Cornwall is a place for pensioners. A place for old people to come to wither up and die.
Sure there are a few happy people here, there called drug addicts, and that really is what you gonna end up as here, a smack head or clinically depressed.
END OF RANT.