daddy this mommy that i don’t fucking care. i’m not your parent. i am a fucking hurricane. i’m a sharp object. i’m a corrosive chemical. i am also 5 years old, it’s still winter in my mind, and i’m painfully alone.
(sitting on a couch staring at a tv that’s playing a compilation of every decision I’ve ever made)
Ah, a testament to my feebleness.
Oh I remember this one, my feebleness was guiding me.
Interesting, how feeble of me.
Yep. Testament to my feebleness.
Feeble again, of course