Fitting in with the outside world, respectability, suitability, conformity, were never high on my priority list; neither was normalcy.
You know, dead people aren't the ones to be scared of, living people are.
Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado, uprooting everything. Creating chaos.
Seriously dude, fuck off.
Keep it confused. Feed it with useless information. I wonder if I have a television set handy?
Truth is, I've always been thirsty.
We're all unhappy. That's the thing about life.
Treats. I smell treats. I like treats.
I don't belong here, or here, or here, or here, or there, or there, or anywhere.