Well, hello again. I suppose you may want me to talk about depression and anxiety and the stress of life, don't you?
Well not today.
Today you can just go fuck off, because I don't want to make you feel better, when I can't feel better myself. I'm sorry, but I have no patience for your shit today. I just want to go hide in a hole. So I'll just leave this here and run away.
YOU ARE READING
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HorrorYou want to know about me? I suppose I can let you read this. Lyrics are not by me.....promise.... all credit goes to the bands and the songwriters.