Everyone’s always asking me why I never like anyone or why I never try to get at people, and it’s because liking people drives me fucking crazy. Zero to fuckin’ sixty, and suddenly, I have to remind myself to think for me instead of what I could do to make them like me more. When I don’t like anyone, I don’t need to remind myself to do things because I actually want to. The shittiest part is, I’ve never wholly liked anyone. I’m doing all of that for people I can hardly even admit to myself, much less them, that I wanna even bone. Now, if all of you could, just leave me the fuck alone. I gotta go, somehow, pick up the pride I dropped when I let you dickbags convince me to like people. I’m gonna go back to waiting around for a cute dude that just wants to smoke joints in bed and doesn’t mind that I don’t flirt because I consider it lying and still likes my company, regardless.
'cause every song is like gold teeth, grey goose, green moose, guava juice, giant snake, birthday cake, large fries, chocolate shake
im never gonna give a straight answer to people who ask me about my sexuality
voting against gay marriage is like ordering a piece of cake at a restaurant and having a complete stranger be like “waiter, cancel that cake”
"waiter cancel that cake it’s ruining my cake and i don’t know how to explain it to my children"