You are everybody’s happiness douche.
Even among outcasts there is a social hierarchy.
Do you REALLY want to risk knowing where you stand?
Now is all you have. And that’s sad.
Let’s use our tears of sorrow as sexual lubricant.
It’s not safe to be me. It never was.
Don’t make me assume my ultimate form.
When I close my eyes I can see disappointment staring right back at me.
All of the time, tears, and sleepless nights it took for you to finally speak up and out, only to find the world doesn’t care at all about you or what you have to say.
Crazy feeds on itself. It’s the only parasite that doesn’t require a host.
The brain treats rejection like physical pain, which pretty much explains everything.
Why am I such a sucker for a hottie with crazy eyes?
You make me want to be a better asshole.
I want to molest you on purpose by accident.
Why live in the moment when you can sleep through it?
Jesus said to love yourself, but, for whatever reason, I’m incapable of loving myself.
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