You know what else I hate? How fucking cliche depression sounds when it’s bad. I feel like the worse it is, the more it sounds like a Myspace poem written in 2007 by a Bullet for my Valentine fan
You know what else I hate? How fucking cliche depression sounds when it’s bad. I feel like the worse it is, the more it sounds like a Myspace poem written in 2007 by a Bullet for my Valentine fan