Next video I make will have this as the soundtrack
my wrists are rivers my fingers are words
Telling my parents I have ADD was as equally horrible as telling my parents that I had a mental illness and shot up a thea—wait, too soon?
I’m sick of feeling stuck. I wanna go home and climb the Hollywood sign and get smashed in the gazebo and hear people talk shit about the Valley and play around Venice Beach and fall asleep on Marty’s floor and eat real Mexican food that will give me the runs and go buy a piñata at the Mercado just because I fucking can.
I realized that I sometimes say weird shit just to see how people will react