my talent is sitting through the pain. no alcohol, no drugs, no sleep, no distractions. i just sit and feel my heart rip into pieces. after all, "it's all in the fucking mind."
"why do i put myself through this?" "i can't deal with your fucking brain." "what have you even done for me?" why. do. people. i. love. keep. telling. me. im. fucking. trash but at the end of the day, my biggest hater is still me.