i’m just waitin 4 this rough spell to pass.
i’m just prayin my pc is still alive.
i’m just wonderin why my eyelids are so swollen.
i’m just drinkin coca-cola in the kitchen.
it’s either write this or bang my head on the walls.
i’m just feeling disenchanted as fuck.
i’m just not doin the recyclin.
i will never show u my bare ankles.
my dreams are the only real thing.
the ones i have when i’m sleeping.
i have no waking dreams.
i’m just hopin i don’t die slow and painful.
trust you to choose such a classic death.
trust you to die fast and young.