i'm nauseous on the bullet train sitting next to K Cobain. Torturing myself in fine pointy ways. My fame, haha. It's a weapon, kiss my ass, just like morning sickness...
it's private but i hate my talent more and more. i think it's worthless and i don't care. could it just be the commercial effect of too many sales and a semi-freak accident semi-meant to be but I'm starting to think i cant sing, cant write that esteem is at an all-time low and it isn't his fault.
god, how could it be
...don't you dare dismiss me just because i married a ROCKSTAR
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