it's funny how everyone seems to know what's best for me without even trying to know me, not a damn thing but they "know" me like totally they look at me and put me into "my category" and fix me because i'm broken because i don't get on my knees.
there will always be a why and where and when and how i believe in the existence of endlesssness so leave me the hell alone with your hell fire voice and empty eyes.
im exhausted, don't buy me lighter fluid.
