等你等到我心痛

Frustration.

I'm getting paranoid again.

What if i'm not capable of continuing this?

Tell me i'm not on the path on becoming a schizophrenic.

Or a fuckin nutcase.

They're about the same nuance but whatever.

Get the point.

I penned a neurotic poem and i deleted it.

I'm not supposed to be neurotic right now.

Am i?

Swirly Whirly Twirly Oreo Mcflurry.

Just like my adamant thoughts that won't leave.

I'm not a happy little chibi all the time.

Rot like maggots, mofos.

I hope jason voorhees finds you and slices you with his machete.

Find my heart a safe sanctuary to reside in.

Other than my rib cage.