i hate myself, more than you that's why it's okay for me to tell you today that you're wqrong and the world about to end in a song, i want to be NORMAL but everyone is just going to tell me it doesn't exist or whatever, but i wish i knew what i was doing and woiuld stop it... fuck what was the point? recording twelve more sadisfied faces, like two logs buring falling over, only memories, and antasy to fill the void before collapsing unfulfilled alone again buried in the coals of other peoples greatest accomplshmjents,

i am drunk and she's so pretty, and i'm a giant fucking loser bot, LoserBOT.