Hey bro, what’s up with you? Not much. Just been thinking about stuff. Like what? Oh, you know how I made a plan but it didn’t go as planned. I dunno what happened…
Yeah so ya know, sometimes when I’m walking by and I smell cigarette smoke, I wanna punch the smokers’ lights out, because it feels so disrespectful. To have to breathe in second-hand smoke…
Maybe nothing is really real, and this is my illusion? So maybe I’m not even real, like I thought I was? Maybe I’m making my self up? Maybe I’m the one in control…
I thought self-love was the drug I needed to kill who I was. And maybe it did, and maybe I’m still in the process and maybe I haven’t arrived so maybe I still…
He’s a very tall human being. She’s very short, and she has an accent. She doesn’t, but she does talk like she’s from the ghetto, and oh yeah, he talks like he’s hetero….
