The Real Me
I dont care
I dont actually care anymore.
It never really goes right anyway so heck who gives a shit.
I'll just die alone. FINE. ACCEPTED. FINITO.
I will die alone in a multi billion private jet that i own and crash into my mansion backyard high as fuck on drugs.
Because I will be rich, single and on drugs. Make that drunk and on drugs, because who gives a shit right. My purpose on this earth was just to poop money out of my ass so whatever. Make money, give it to maa purpose completed then i can go and fuck up my life but with extra cash this time.
Lets just be shallow and fucked up. Why even bother to cover it up anymore...yah Im fucked up, who cares? Lets be fucked up dark and twisted together.
Lets be real MONEY CANT FIX ME, HAVING A BOYFRIEND/HUSBAND CANT FIX ME, HAVING A FAMILY CANT FIX ME. NOTHING CAN FIX ME.
SO WHY AM I SITTING HERE DAY IN AND DAY OUT GIVING A FUCK???? FUCK THE WORLD. FUCK PEOPLE FUCK EVERYTHING. JUST GET HIGH OR WHATEVER.