I'm not even really here.
This is your face on drugs : Look in Mirror
I really hope I'm not destroying someone's life.
Everyone’s always saying there’s someone out there who wishes they were you/were with you/could talk to you/gets nervous around you. I’m pretty sure I’m not attracted to whoever that might be. My life is this excruciating dark comedy that just pans from my lonely face to the face of some one lonelier than I am in the back ground and so on and so forth. Then just beyond me...