Look at me!
I don't go to school, don't sleep at nights and don't throw away skins from oranges for three days.
This is too bad! All i need is Bukowski, Lana Del Rey's new albom and cigarettes.
I think about person who makes me feel miserable, i just can't stop,
because he periodically reminds me of my feelings.
Yeah, sometimes people like to slowly kill themselves.