your wirres are so fucking gay and just unrealistic youre an ugly bitch 

Transvestite king of everything since saturn street

So ironic to be iconic and fed lies so people capitalize on my health n just try to sell me off due to the bomb pussy mommy fight

The moment I expose abuse and all this ptsd gets thrown my way it's like I fucked myself for wanting to protect the sanctity of my conscience and all the magic died there is no way for me to feel good anymore

Close to death it seems like my soul and the people who feed off my energy won't be satisfied until I fucking die

I'm begging for a genuine love that will be the only thing to set me

I can't understand what the fu k this power tripping environment wants from me

What monster creates life just to watch it die

Brain under turmoil