people have been muttering asking questions, wondering appalled, aghast, aloof

I would be perfect. But there was a problem- I lacked efficacy in the simplest of tasks- I was wrong for stepping right, for everyone would steer left. The things I said were stupid, the things I thought irrelevant to all in my circle. the only thing I could do was listen and be perfect at it

I fucking saw me in your dream last night why didn't I tell you?

the rush of adrenaline across his face I saw it, the rod in his fist, the blood on her face the forceful gaping the forceful shutting

nobody is coming to save you you will be the one to do it

To everyone wondering if I give two shits, I'm here to inform you that no, I do not give two shits or one shit or any shits, really And Im sick and tired of pretending like i do

(Unless you want to get fucked up by a boxer)