I am not even kidding. There’s a huge tire track right down the middle of my motherfucking foxglove. The daisies and the mysterious yellow flowers look like they got tackled by the fucking Titans. Some are dead.
I get it. You know.
I get it.
My shit isn’t shit. The things I love, my effort, it’s just some motherfucking shit that’s in the way.
I wish they loved me enough to pretend to respect me, you know?
God damn it.