Maybe things arent so bad.
Maybe I am being way too dramatic.
Maybe I should just make myself be happy.
Maybe that is all bullshit.
Maybe God does exist.
And if he does, I bet he still fucking hates me.
It's 80s night. I'm going to get wasted. Then go home alone. Because I cant get YOU out of my head.
(
here's to cheap sex and codeine )