a duet with myself

- you’re insufferable, your acne’s terrible. your sunny dispossession is completely unbearable and worst of all, you’ve got no friends, they’re just on the internet you’re a waste of space, you’ve got no life. got a mole on your face, you should take a knife to your head, and do it before I do it instead.

+ you’re not that perfect either, mate, in fact you’re way too easy to hate what 15 year old can’t get a date? i guess it’s fate, that you’ll never find a soul mate you’re going to die alone, on your own.