Poison in my blood and static in my head.

Everything's a tangled knot and I wish I could just spew it all out. Gluuuuughkk! and be clean.

Digusting dependencies (You haven't even started anything you stupid little shit, yet you're indulging yourself in the that word? God help me, I'm finished with you...), worthless facades, and behind it all: that stupid fucking soundtrack of half-cooked metaphors. Jesus, just give it up already.

I'm too fucking old to be this insecure, aren't I?