I don’t know where I’ll be in two months or two years. This place has chewed me up and spat me out on many occasions but I’ve turned around and fought back “Fuck you!” Look at me, I’ve made it. Little old me.
To my body, I am sorry. I fucked up. I worked hard at respecting you and my mind. I fucked up.
in the midst of gifts i don’t say thank you
there is always something to be angry about
one thing that makes me more and more bitter