I don't know why I ever did.
I have no set style, no set taste..
A lot of people consider that a good thing, call it ecclectic, but fuck it's ANNOYING.
I don't know what I want to do tomorrow.
I don't know if I want to try something earthy and spiritual or make an attempt at nihilism.
I don't believe in nihilism, actually, though.
Ironic enough as that sentence is.
I can't choose my friends,
my tastes,
my thoughts,
my actions.
It feels like control with no control.
I don't know why I do what I do,
and why I don't just do what I want.
Am I a loser or am I just lost?
Maybe there's a 'me' in some alternate reality having much better luck with who she/possible he? is.













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Internally processed, nutritionally-drained biological output happens
i love it.
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t u m o r a b o r t i o n b a b y
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SINK IT IN TATTOOS
[link]
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And as my heart drifts lazily to the brightening ceiling
I only ask you to tighten the grips on this straight-jacket feeling.
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t u m o r a b o r t i o n b a b y
XD
That's a great picture though, too.
And the title is a great creature feature song.
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i love you, my little exit wound.
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