I hate myself But all my demons are my own
To be in love With candid kitchen you
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
Garden of ugh
Everything dusty Springfield or dusty bin
I'm not a monster I am a monster
A day of thinking of being touched and not wanting to be touched Saturday A day
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
I suck Thank fuck for great things I can sit with
To be in love With candid kitchen you
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
The horror of waking up as myself. Again
Poking wounds with rusty spoons
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
Everything is best Because you Because me
Existential dieting
At any other point in history I wouldve been dead for years
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
To own desired objects
I can’t hardly breathe in daylight
My mind destroys worlds Have some
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin