The books you think I wrote are way too thick.
Who needs a thousand metaphors to figure out you shouldn’t be a dick?
And I don’t watch you when you sleep.
Surprisingly, I don’t use my omnipotence to be a fucking creep.
You’re not going to heaven.
Why the fuck would you think Id ever kick it with you?
None of you are going to heaven.
There’s a trillion aliens cooler than you.
What?! No, Tina, that’s Okay, right, like, I like a boy.
That’s Ugh! Do you think he might like me? Oh, my God, what’s happened to me?! Cut me open! I’m infected! Pull it out!”
Fuck yeah to the kids who feel like they’re dying inside but still gather up the strength to roll out of bed, get dressed, and leave the house. You are strong and beautiful and worth so much more than you know.