I Think Im Too Weird For People To Like Me

But sometimes I miss your stupid face, and your taste

And your smoking gun

I'm writing in my journal about different versions of me and what theyd do, so their parallel universe can open when i write about them and i get to live all those lives i dream of

ive always been in my own little world when i was a kid i didnt really care about what others thought of me

PSA please disregard anything sad or melancholic ive said, I had a drink, my minds fully clear, i can see through the crystal shards of the world

some people have such beautiful thoughts it's like they have flowers in their head and all i do is complain and be jealous. im so cruel it leaves no space for anything beautiful within me

i love being alone most of the time