I think too much, maybe I’ll blow my brains out, redecorate the wall of some hotel. I always feel like I’m drowning, maybe I’ll take a dive with some concrete shoes. Sometimes I can’t breathe, maybe it’d be fitting to go out with a noose around my neck. I feel hollow all the time, even when I’m “happy,” maybe I should slit my wrists and drain it all out. I never expected to make it this far, and I have no plan. I’ve never loved anyone. I don’t think I care about anyone anymore. I’m useless to anyone and I hurt everyone. And I’m too selfish sometimes to push people away so I’ll feel something for once. I think I deserve to go out violently. Man on fire.
