I guess I think about a lot of things but that really don't make me special. I like to think that I have no illusions about what I am.
I'm nobody.
I'm a scared boy.
I'm faking it just like you. No, I'm not a serial killer, you sick fuck. Fuck out of here with that.
I guess I'm glad to be alive. Thing is, nobody taught me to live. Not really. Does anybody get taught?
Sometimes I'm filled with dread. I think about all the things I'm not gonna be able to deal with that day. That tends to suck. That's a fucked up thing to do but I do it sometimes.