catching myself lying again
the reality of my impurity bleeds through the screen of my irreproachable facade
is this who i really am?
“there is nothing here please go away”
David Lynch
Who up feeling ugly as hell
why were you put in a psych ward
I was creative and ahead of my time
I am wasting every second I have on earth and I don’t know how to make my life worth anything when everything happens so fast
i'm miserable but everything also feels beautiful
*stomping out cigarette*
Only I can prevent forest fires