A very little, little, little part of me wants to die. All of the stupid things I do are a little inspired by that. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow. I just want to stay in my bed and cry a little and not get up.
I don’t even know what’s real anymore. I hate being the age that I am. I hate being the place in life I am. I hate being in high school. I’m a fucking idiot. I know it and I’m just making myself dumber, dumber, dumber until I can’t think at all until I can’t think at all until I can’t move or speak just lay in stupor. I’m already all burned out.
I’m a dog. Put me out of my misery. Never been anything more than a stupid animal. Beat me beat me break me abuse me its all I deserve its all the same to me anyway. I don’t know any better.
I get sick when I get stoned; Everything we do, we do it alone.
Gooble gobble, gooble gobble, we accept you, we accept you, one of us