The shit that comes out of your mouth, I wonder if there’s a brain up there.
Don’t call me uptight because I work hard and care. Fucking idiot.
I’m not uptight, but I’m having a book party with no book, dumbass.
But there was no blood, and that was so long ago, and he was a prick.
Adoring, pissed off, always direct – my love is not made for mystics.