Who Up Wanting To Slam Their Head Through The Wall

*my hands are braced against the side of a building as I'm getting patted down by cops* Oh that? That's my pocket paprika. For my emergency hard-boiled egg. You know, an emergency hard-boiled egg? It's like Paddington's marmalade sandwich except it's an egg. It's in the other pock--yeah, there it is.

I guess there’s comfort in the fact that no one will ever hate me as much as I hate myself

[remembers suicide jokes are bad for my mental health] YOU should kill yourself

In bed. Straight up losing it. And by "it," well. Haha. Let's just say. My memories

i just make everything worse

i need to stop talking forever

i wish i wasn't me

DENY. DEFEND. DEPOSE.

ART WILL ALWAYS BE FOR THE WORKING CLASS.

Whatever *sticks my dick in the gap between who you are and who you portray yourself as*

i don’t take hints you gotta hit me upside the head

does any one want me or not want me or feel any particular way about me at all