Monday.

I've been through hell and back too many times to count, and I'm done. 14, and I'm already a slut. 14, and I smoked everything I can. 14 and gone soon. 14.. seems good, right? Monday. 3/10/25. And I'll be gone. There's a bridge. There's a way out. There's no one home. It's gonna be night. And I'm not gonna see the light ever again... Seems fair?