looking at this world it just makes sense to get black out drunk *if i could i would, yawl

i do everything for the idea of you
this delusion/intrusion is somewhat enjoyable
what's the problem w/ being all alone
what's wrong w/ difficulty
you're doin yourself a disservice by running away like a little bitch
i am not suggesting denial
i get the tsunami of epic sadness
i became the storm cos i understand it
most people in my country do not have patience
God has given me everything i could ever want or need
my delusion is some kinda solution
i always talked to God on my own volition
where's MY pride parade damnit
it's not so bad, this mental prison
i can make a buncha shitty art so...
get over it n get on w/ it damnit
it's not anybody's job to understand you
plz stop masturbating to me
you'll never live upstairs no matter what i might wanna fantasize about
now i'm laughing at stupid shit
confidence baby, fuck self-deprecation
i am very aware of how awkward n peculiar i am
i am honest to my detriment (and excrement)
i can't stop shitting (and vomitting) over everything i see
everyone's so boring ad infinitum
you must notice too otherwise you wouldn't take comfort in my existence
if i could drink i'd drink up a storm n not feel anything
alcoholism IS easy, i have way more respect for active alcoholics cos at least they are honest about it
my alcoholism was definitely a testament to that crucifixion