Any fucker who says it’s artistic and temperament of artist can fuck right off Mentally illness sucks
I hate myself But all my demons are my own
i was panicking that i was forgetting what you look like
I give too many fucks I’m a careless fuck giver A promiscuous worrier
I’m tired and I’ll forget but damn. Shit is fuckedup
Denial and repression keep me breathing
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
Does nothing - shocker!
silently screaming and contorting myself into awful shapes
My sofa Saturday Sockless and serene A Buddhist calm A pitbull grin
I’m gonna watch tv now and try not to think about anything ever
My corner shop only sells cancer and concrete
love songs are kind of abstracted to me because of how my life was is … SHRUGS
SITS IN CORNER FACING THE WAL
I’m ravenously feasting on bread. It’s expensive and bloatingly decadent
Me I’ll overthink myself into 500 years of doubt and self murder
To be in love With candid kitchen you
People pour their own desire into what they don’t know or see or something
waking life is one long apology I am truly sorry
Greedy pig life
Kinda inspiring but like Not cuz I can't do stuff
Existential dieting
Denial and repression keep me breathing