I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
selfish spiteful mornings and suffocating silent nights
Does nothing - shocker!
I'm not a monster I am a monster
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
nothing happened though i have to recover like something did
My heart is broken A muscle malfunctioning Not fit for purpose
all the beauty I’m not and the intimacy I’m not having It’s a full time job
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
what would 80s LL COOL J do?
Existential dieting
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
My only talent is for dreamless sleep As we dig deeper into The hated months
I’m gonna pout and float all in space
House sleepers important too
Just a git
i thoughtyou wanted some kind of sci fi artschool continental time zone cocks and cunts opera
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
I've been avoiding doctors So I'm unmediated