My roommate killed my cat, so I went ALL IN and wrote a songs about her. For the cover art and music video I dressed up as her. I studied her make up, clothes, facial expressions, style and copied it. People don’t understand how psycho I am sometimes.
The Internet is missing out on making me famous. The FEUDS I would have if I was famous. The levels of Easter egging I’m already doing that will only get bigger. I am so obsessed with every detail of my art… if I had the funding I would go so hard on every music video.
I don’t think people understand how far I can really go for revenge. My former best friend killed my cat, fucked me over with rent and bailed on my band. So I wrote a song about her home wrecking ways (100% true) and dressed up as her for the cover art & a music video.
Bruh I was going through my old tweets making sure I haven’t said some stupid shit and oh Lord… I was such a nerd and a loser. Nobody could cancel that girl, because nobody would care enough about her 😭😭😭😭😭
LA makes me gain more and more resentment towards the rich. And the poor. Men. And women. I guess this city makes me really dislike people in general. It’s like the worst people of the world decided to move to the same city.
The more I live here the worse of a person I become.
New Years Day bingo:
pass out from endometriosis pains ✅
check on your family to see if they’re still alive after a ru$$ian mi$$lie attack ✅
watch “Devil Wears Prada” ✅
write a beautiful love song for your boyfriend ✅