"There's been a hundred times where I don't recognize any of you that love me." Heck, I don't even recognize myself anymore. I've lost all will to put up with my life crap. None of it matters anyway. What's the point of thinking happy when nothing matters? Nothing matters anymore. That's it. I give up. You make it so hard. Everybody leaves She said goodbyes aren't forever But apparently "I'm leaving" 's are.
Art is mine I'm too tired to report you if you recolor or trace it. So please don't. Song is Mr. Forgettable, something I've been called in the last few days. That and a human parasite. And a devil in disguise. And toxic.
