I can’t take it, I can’t take it. I’m seriously going to fucking explode and nobody’s going to be here to fucking catch me. I hate this, I hate nights like this, I hate these fucking feelings. Why can’t I just fast forward to the fucking future? Why can’t I just avoid these things? Why can’t I just go a fucking night without dealing with any of this bullshit. I just want a fucking week off. That’s fucking it. Instead, I’m going to lay in my backyard and just cry like the little baby I am.
