i just erased more toolbags from my existence--and it wasnt even hard--toxic people. TOXICITY--why must it exist? for what purpose, evil? the balance, or order, proper order of things? why dont i wear my glasses--because to see things in a sharp frame is scary? probably.
BAHHHHH--i am disturbed by serious mental illness on the bad side of the family. Bad mental illness. it makes me sick to my stomach and sorry. and now i just don't really care. i have my dad. it's a nice gift.
no respect. no motherfucking respect. that will all change later on. i must move forward and not hang like a dummy on a string. i must bust out my pink skizzorz and just cut the tie-fall down in it. it's not that hard. it's not that weird. it's all ok.
BAHHHHH--i am disturbed by serious mental illness on the bad side of the family. Bad mental illness. it makes me sick to my stomach and sorry. and now i just don't really care. i have my dad. it's a nice gift.
no respect. no motherfucking respect. that will all change later on. i must move forward and not hang like a dummy on a string. i must bust out my pink skizzorz and just cut the tie-fall down in it. it's not that hard. it's not that weird. it's all ok.