In this world it’s get killed or be killed

What’s doing the killing

The Killer

it's fine i don't even need to be part of social groups or friend groups anyway (giant hole appears in my chest spontaneously) ? what's that

''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments

You did the best you could with all you had and knew. That was then. Here is now

who want to love me

She took my fucking mind palace, I'm thinking out of my mind car now.

i'm afraid the phrase "touch my wee wee touch my fucking wee wee!" has become a consistent part of my internal monologue vocabulary

why is the poverty of an american worth more consideration than the life of the arabs they murder? fuck you for ever thinking it can ever be worth excusing or pardoning