Thinking About The Time I Was 14 Or 15 And In The Psychiatrist's Office And Said Something Along The

thinking about the time i was 14 or 15 and in the psychiatrist's office and said something along the lines of, "no the government is definitely trying to hide something they keep telling us we have rights but we definitely don't it's a fascist state is what it is" and then he said "lets hook her up with some anti-psychotics" who's laughing now bitch

sometimes ur 19(very inebriated) walking back from the clubs at 630am watching the sun rise with a cigg only to get home throw up, shower and get ready to do it all again the next night

I would rather burn in hell for an eternity than worship at the feet of your false "benevolent" god

me texting my roommate: hi im gonna be late i had an existential crisis trying to figure out what to wear

me 5 mins later: *video of me coughing my lungs out after a blinker*

my friends: it's not safe to walk the streets at night

me: im the scariest thing on those streets at 3am

me out on my 3am walk: crocs covered in jibits, tie-dye t-shirt, jeans covered in doodles, mismatched socks and a shit-eating grin, pulling out my bedazzled lighter to light up my joint (that is pink) "oo look there's a shiny thing on the ground! oo look there's a new tag! OO MOSS!"

im at the point in my essay where i dont know if im spitting bars or talking out of my ass