I'm gonna f*ck the devil in his mouth.
I just need to listen to my sickness so I can learn how
and then train for a couple of weeks until I have all the skills I need.
The flask isn't alcohol, it's paintbrush.
The flask isn't alcohol, it's toothbrush.
I need to go throw up now.
I want to be the queen of belly rubs now.
I am gonna quit my job cus I've got another job
and I don't need to work two jobs.
I guess you could call me lucky.
I need to confront my own weakness.
Some days I feel like I'm the weakest and others the strongest.
These days are the longest and I've got the weirdest feeling
about this and I wanna go away for a while.
Because the things that I have seen are turning me into a shitty human being.