I’m gonna talk till I miss u forever

That Time I Sat in a Pile of Chocolate

Pump Fake

Who Calls So Loud - any color i want

"Post Junkie Guilt"

"Numb, Dumb, and, Loved"

cut my arms off

Lyrics
Constant pressure makes me speak
I talk until I hate myself
I don’t wanna eat
Because every time I do
Its a small defeat 

Down four pills with a shot
Till next, Friday you’ll forget
Don’t you think 
Jus start to act
There’s never time to regret

Cut them off
Make them hurt
Fuck it up
What’s it worth
I think that I just need some stimulation 
Car parked then I’m fucked on
A melnea cass vacation

"A Punk Song About Bipolar Type Two"

"The Car"

I found joy

I don't know where to go

This is a guitar

Yeah i’m walking on the telephooooone 
and i’m talking and i need to go hoome
yeah i’m slithering like a stoooone 
and im smiling at a funeral

"Post Junkie Guilt"

goregirl

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