I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
Who hasn't lived in fear of the me outside and the me inside
Big soft pig cushion
keep thinking I should do something but nah
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
To be in love With candid kitchen you
keep thinking I should do something but nah
Existential dieting
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated
I only want your vision Not some useless other idea of you
Existential dieting
ppl with fewer feelings and nothing In common get married all the time
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
no food starve die die u bastard
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
keep thinking I should do something but nah
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
Denial and repression keep me breathing