i think i fucked up tryna be a part of your life when i’m not even certain i’m the one living mine.

the grass was never green. why can’t we agree to ignore that﹖

ain’t with my type activites﹖ then don’t you get involved.

my arms, my legs are wood; unconscious trees with roots deep in the ground.

the world is spinning, spinning.

CRUSHED BY ANOTHER PASSING, IT’S ALL HAPPENED BEFORE.

once you know the answer, that’s it. that’s all they are.

i prefer it when the world moves slower.

* RALSEI casts FAGSHOCK on SUSIE.

i can’t pity you; it’s all you’re composed of already————mindless shame————because you loathe who you are.

i don’t want to keep growing up .̲.̲.̲ not without you.

my father kicked me out the house, i finally forgive him. i’m old enough to understand the way i was living.

does it feel like a heart attack﹖ ╱ like there’s no way out and no way back﹖

there are so many stories where some brave hero decides to give their life to save the day, and because of their sacrifice, the good guys win, the survivors all cheer, and everybody lives happily ever after. but the hero .̲.̲.̲ never gets to see that

SO 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐘 THAT. BEAT THE 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴 INTO THEM IF THEY’RE NOT 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘏𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎.

what you want me to say, that i’m stuck in this place﹖ ╱ that i’m only a human and i’ve made some mistakes﹖

WHY DON’T PRESIDENTS FIGHT THE WAR﹖ WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR﹖

THIS IS NOT WHAT I WISHED FOR﹗﹗﹗﹗﹗﹗

i could bring the world to you, but what is it worth﹖ ╱ when everything i give to you just dies in the dirt﹖

its fingers on your throat .̲.̲.̲ is pain that all things know.

it should be anti-depression, as a friend of mine suggested, because it’s not the sadness that hurts you————it’s the brain’s reaction against it.

murder for sport, watch the murder report .̲.̲.̲ on the tv with a scorecard and a forty, of course.

ghosts on the avenue were talking to theyselves. ╱ somebody been sellin’ em dreams again.

from main character, to stage director, to sponsor, to corpse﹗

despite everything, it’s still you.

desecrate my patience, i slice like a blade and cut away ╱ disjoin them twigs from my roots————i ain’t got no love to prove.

cinderella only for one night, the shoe was really fitting.

i know you don’t get a chance to take a break this often. ╱ i know your life is speeding and it isn’t stopping.

see how the bone exposed﹖ ╱ nice blood bouquet, trace of marrow.

father, i’m not perfect, i got urges, but i hold them down. ❛ but your pride has to die. ❜ okay father, show me how.

breathe, breathe in the air .̲.̲.̲ don’t be afraid to care.

threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light.

see you in the next hell, losers!

my arms, my legs are wood; unconscious trees with roots deep in the ground.

falling, head in the clouds. .̲.̲.̲ i’m not coming down.

are you trolling me﹖ because. no. you are only trolling yourself.

i’ve come to terms with getting older now that i’m not keeping score.

i’d rather you call me the f-word at that point, kris.

𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐍’ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐒𝐒﹖

he paused cause he’s scared of airing out the thoughts; he can taste it in his mouth.

SO 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐘 THAT. BEAT THE 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚂𝙴 INTO THEM IF THEY’RE NOT 𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘏𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘐𝘕𝘎.

is this a joke﹖ are you braindead﹖ RUN. INTO. THE. BULLETS﹗﹗﹗

i’ll hold your hand and we can dance until the days are done﹗ ╱ the better memories have won.

hop in my car, it don’t have any doors. ╱ it’s built like a cat, it lands on all fours.

broke robbing the broke and there’s broken pieces of sanity on the floor. ╱ scattered for sure.

❪ they'll go home  they'll go home  they'll go home they'll go home they'll go home they'll go home they'll go home they'll go home they'll go home they'll go home they'll gohomethey'llgohomethey'llgohomethey'llgohomethey'llgohomethey'llgohome ❫

DEATH BEFORE YOUR EYES, YOU PRAYIN’ TO GOD, BUT THERE AIN’T NO 𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙴.

❪ you always felt awful about not remembering, and now you have to live your life, knowing you’re the only one who remembers this time﹖ ❫

it seems that there’s still one last person that needs to be saved.

why do lies sound pleasant, but the truth hurtful﹖