you eat shit.

it's all still in me. it's building up. i'm going to break. when i do, some hearts will come with me. if those hearts don't come with me, then we will probably never see each other again. 'tis time to metaphoricaly slit my wrists and see who dies for it. i didn't build this hostility. all of YOU did. i'm going to blame everyone else. because it is not possible that i could ever be wrong. i am perfect. and i'm a liar. so feed me your shit, because i'll believe it, and you eat my shit and believe it too.