Once I made plans to run away with a black guy wow I’m glad I pussied out

Disadvantages to having bipolar; be jamming out to a song, song starts skipping, get frustrated, start ripping out hair and punching self as hard as possible in the face
I’m not even kidding

You speak of your soul
As if it’s some piece of imagination
As if you never possessed the very thing that weighs you down at this moment
You lack the self depth, the self respect, to bring yourself to a higher place
And you blame it all on me.

With golden hope as large as your heart
You held my hand
But we were worlds apart
You didnt like the way i lied
But i was just trying to help
And keep my thoughts inside

Truth be told,
I still don’t think i should apologize
But theres not much else to do
When tough boys cry

Im going to write an autobiography called angry and sober: the story of a sad mexican

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You are a piece of crumpled up paper that wont go away no matter how many times i throw you in the trash

Everything is happy n good and my bf digs me and i have nice hair nd my bed isnt too big when im alone and drugd are nice