I’m Glad I Didn’t Kill Myself
I can name so many good things about myself.
I can name so many good things about myself.
Frat bros danced around the fire, holding hands, tilting their heads back, screaming in primal ecstasy.
Last night I smoked a blunt with a 65-year-old woman.
On her 18th birthday, I had sex with Teyana in her basement while her grandma was upstairs.
It’s easy to stay in your room and watch Netflix all night.
I just thought, “I’m so lonely.”
There are few people that I look up to in life, but Ryan Holiday is one of them.
You’re not special because you make art.
Part of my job includes taking care of chickens.
New York City sucks compared to Cleveland.