Everything is black. Everything except my eyes, my skin and my lips. My eyes are blue which reminds me of my childhood when I played outside under the blue sky. My skin is white which reminds me of my mom's white hand who always stroke my cheeks. My lips are pink but they don't remind me of anything.
I hate everything and everyone. I'm always in my room. Smoking weed and drawing dead stuff. But there are 2 people left in this world who can keep breathing: my mom and... no never mind. So only 1 person.
I bet my mom cries often because of me. My parents even divorced because of me. Mom keeps telling me that my dad found a better woman but I don't believe that cause there's no better woman in this damn world than my mom. Dad is just blind and I hope he chokes tomorrow or today. I'm the worst son in the universe but mom still loves me and I try so show her my love too but that doesn't work out sometimes.
I don't drink or have tattoos. That it for the wannabes. Weed is better. Well at least that's my opinion. If you judge me rn I hope someone will fucking rape you. Or kill you slowly and painfull. So you better leave me alone and let me live my life in my own way.
