I never really noticed crossing the point of no return. I just looked back one day and there it was, with that shit eating grin.
All my thoughts are throwaway photographs depicting a landscape designed by a broken mind painting the canvas blindly.
Every time I fall into myself I hit the same excruciating nerves on the way down.
I'm smart enough to fear my own future.
I'm not perfect. I talk to and play in an innocent form with lot of people because it brings actual joy and it's nice to connect with people.
SECRETLY PUT PORK, DAIRY, GLUTEN AND SOY IN A WHITE PERSON'S FOOD TODAY
When I like people it scares them. And vice versa.