I worked so hard and bugged my manager to get some time off at New Years so I could go to Mission. I finally got it off today and K tells me I can't go. I want to die, I want to hurt something. I think I have anger issues. I'm really so pissed off right now. I'm going to Mission somehow, even if I have to sleep on the street.

      Don't you know by now, don't you know by now, this is what we are, this is what we are.