UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH!!!! I'M DONE, I'M GONNA FAIL, I'M DONE, I'M DONE. DONE DONE DONE DONE DONE. NOT GOOD ALL DONE, DONE? DONE FOR, WHY DONE? DONE... UH OH UH OH UH OH UH OH AAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAA NOO
Everything around me is irritating, I'm stressed and nothing is helping, it's loud, bright, crowded, so much. Loud, bright, crowded, too much. Over and over and over too much
This is not good not good not good, no good at all, if it looks like I don't care then therefore I don't care. Apparently. It might be good that way, it might be better. That's good, this is no good.
He doesn't know it yet but his hand is going to hurt, it's going to be bruised, swollen, and bloody, all scratched up. He's not gonna be able to do anything with his right hand and it's all his fault.
I broke the glass, my hand hurts, my hand really hurts, it's all a blur, it's swollen and ow, ow, ow my hand, my hand hurts, my hand hurts, my hand really hurts, fuck the glass, what about my hand.
We are ok, I'm ok it's ok I'm ok, I am all good, I am not cooked, I got this, I'm kicking my feet I'm all yes mega good I won't die, I don't die, I'm not able to die, I can't die, it wont let me
I need to get away from myself, I'm not good to me, this isn't funny anymore, I can't comfort myself and when I try I make it worse. I hate specific parts of myself. I'm a douche
I'm done for, I'm dead, I'm dead again, I'm not gonna do it, I can't do it, I can't take it, I think it's over with.
Ewwww ewww he's so gross oh awww ewwww, he still feels her hands, he scratches and bleeds and cries but it's ok if it's him, I love him, I love him, I really do, I think I'm a fag.
He's lacking, he's incompetent, he was made to be a lack of, he was made to help there be a lack of, some1 hurt some1 hurt some1 hurt, hurting, it's hurting, hurting, he does not feel, he is there
Why's he always mad, he's only here to be mad, he exists to be a personification of toxic masculinity, stupid man, he's such a douche bag. He's always lowering other people to make himself feel good