/lit/ - Literature

Hey Guys, Lets share eachothers litereary works! Alright, lets also critique eachothers work! tell me how this sounds:
I had rented the beach house on recommendation of a previous partner of mine, who told me to get away from this little old town which makes me sick and cold and uncomfortable in an o so bad way. This little town, grime be marked walls and scum and shit and piss on the streets, had made me incapable of emotion in some way or another. If I saw a happy person who said hello to me on the street, I wouldn’t treat them rudely I just wouldn’t respond one way or another. It must have been this city that made me this way. As a kid growing up, I had been happy, I suppose. I had friends, known girls and guys, and even had made love to a number of them. That was twenty years ago now. I had applied to several colleges, and made it into my school of choice. After a semester I dropped out, for reasons I don’t really feel like getting into. I had bought a little coldwater flat far away from anyone I knew, and rented with a short little fag, who me and he we got along real fine. I guess you could call him my first love. Anyways this partner of mine told me I should get away and that’s what I did, we had started fighting eachother real bad I that’s when I guessed real true love just wasn’t for me. I guess I felt that I knew then I was dying, emotionally anyways. I guess I was always dyinhg. I decided the beach, one week in late November. I bought an eight ball of heroin, stole my parents car, and with the clothes on my back, and fifty dollars in my pocket, drove south, to the land of sunken ships and barrier islands, and landscapes painted with a grey pallet.

How does it sound? too cliche beat generation- esque or just bad, or whatever? Its about a man battling depression.