the bass still pounding in my head from the show an hour ago.
all i really wanna do is scream. and draw stars on everything and scratch them all out. i want to throw things at the wall in patterns of my brokeness. i want to rip all your hair out. make you hurt and cry tears of shame and materialism. i want you to vomit everything youve ever said to me out with that bagel you ate for breakfast. basically i want to jab your eyes out and tell you how unperfect you are. and how nobody really likes you. i want you to know how scared you really should be of yourself.