chronic. and i'm not talking about the album

if this were like the real world, it's like im turning down amazing jobs for a dream job that pays nothing, overworks me and doesnt give me vacations. but it's my dream job but since i can't wake up, i cant have another f.cking dream!

this is the funeral of feelings

and i said, "because all i wanna do is fix this but the only time my mouth works is when it's pressing against his"

a b.tch is officially retarded

FUCK! UR MISERY MADE ME DROP MY FRIES

you have a moral obligation to betray your waistline and eat those fries. im officially a crackhead. 

yep he's ur drug. toxic

send me to the nuthouse

well you r in love with him please realize that

ugh. that's a stretch

that not even the most flexible of b.tches can complete

essentially u cant see this life u live without him 

and he needs 2 say something stop the quiet games and say something, good or bad

good luck trying to make a crab talk. 

they love running back to their bum ass nest

but you're like a mother bird your always right next 2 the nest no matter what

that just made me cry

ohhh sorry

lol it's more of an exhausted cry instead of sad

i wish i wasnt so loyal

or so dumb

i don't know the difference anymore.

or loved the person u feel u shouldnt love anymore

--end scene

this was a real conversation about an unreal situation.