nobody nobody nobody nobody nobody oooh nobody nobody nobody

In your ruined shirt, on the last day, while the bruise won't heal, and the stain stays put, the red light streaming in from everywhere at once.

it’s not the way that you were raised, or what the advertisements say not what you pay for, what you pray for, what you want, or what you say

peach time

me fucking off to the lonely

🙄

hang on i have to throw a pity party because everyone is being mean to me

if i’m canceled or something then. okay.

and as long i got my soup imma eat my soup on the floor

don't have a thought about where i'll be i'll be here till the end of all time

ʳᵉᵛⁱᵉʷˢ

i am mentally ill