crazy how all the power lies in having your shit together. whatever that means. whichever way that is. if you do something long enough it'll pop. bad or not. kna'mean. but i get distracted. fucking therapist, fuck yo words nigga just gimme pills i can boost my mood with. why am i not 17? why can't i turn time? i haven't mastered the power yet apparently. working on it through suicide attempts, but really it's just dimension traveling im tryna do. hate my fucking life so much. disgusted with myself too. i wanna be beyonce and smile
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