Can you spare some cutter, me brother?

Dear Diary,
Last night, i was reminded of simpler times. Wierd, because they didn't seem simple at the time. The freeways all look the same. Cities sometimes are kinder than other living things. They don't talk to you the same way people do. Cities can't ignore your allegations, just your cries. Because they hear them all the time. They don't waiver in the fact that it's shocking, or annoying or tempting. People can forget, but cities can't because without you, they'd be useless. And lets not mention taxes, let us never mention that word again.
Diary, I'm bored of your apathy. I'm terrified of your knowledge. I'm saddened by your response. You pretend that you know, or pretend that you don't and both seem unkind. Diary, you've been fooled by no one. If you could tell me of your misfortune or your new prospects, I'd fall in a second. You are under a bridge, you are under a bridge, you are under a bridge, you are under!