They fuck you up, your mom and dad. They absolutely mean to and they ruminate about it like emperors plotting sieges, for hours a day, they have excel spreadsheets called "quickest pathway towards Giving my innocent child borderline personality disorder,"... But they do.
and for my favorite character: failed suicide attempt and erectile dysfunction
ENDING MY NEGATIVE SELF TALK:
I can't sing -> I have the interesting vocal qualities of Bob Dylan
Everybody hates how weird I am - My aloof and unconventional demeanor is Dylanesque
I'm short -> I am the same height as Bob Dylan
I dress inadequately for the seasons -> I am mastering my Freewheelin' Bob Dylan Strut
Everybody boos my guitar playing -> I am finding my footing in the world of "Going Electric"
This is my storygraph if anyone gaf
christ you know it ain’t easy you know how hard it can be the way things are going they gonna crucify me