Music will never turn its back on you.
I’d say that I want to leave this place and go home, but my home is just as bad.
Fuck the people that use you as an in-between friend, as a background character, as someone to hold their attention while they wait for better things.
Fuck them all.
And I’ll really never be worth your time.
It’s strange to know you’ll never be good enough.
I’ve reached a point in my life where my old friends are disappearing and my new friends aren’t really friends.
I guess this is part of adult life.
Fucking worthless adult life.