I like bands and my electric guitar is my diary. My ears are deaf from headphones and I like to use profane words.
I am potato, let us engage in potation at my farm.
fuck. fuck. fuck. i don’t want to feel like this every time you just…let me down
i really need to stop expecting that you’ll ever understand. you really fucked us up real good when we were kids, you just…ugh.
i hate that you can never seem to see that i’m trying to discuss and convey feelings i’ve suppressed for ages.
because whenever i try, you just shut me down. by not really looking interested, or concerned, or aware, or sorry. and at times, i finally crack the surface and then BAM you just rev up your armor ten fold.
maybe i need a shrink or s/t.
i can’t keep doing this. i can’t go on like this forever, please god please.