people are watching me waiting for me to fail looking for a chance to beat me at what I do best but I'm good at nothing so then what is there to beat me at beat me to the river hallway 'till I refuse to handle life to **** me before I **** myself
I miss being a ten year old. There's much more alacrity in debating the existence of Santa down by the park with your neighbors, than there is in debating the existence of God on the bathroom floor with the barrel of a gun.