THINGS I HATE ABOUT MYSELF:
1. MY CHRONIC ILLNESS
2. MY CHRONIC ILLNESS
3. MY CHRONIC ILLNESS

AN EMOTIONAL TIME WHERE NOTHING MAKES SENSE ALL THESE THINGS I THOUGHT WOULD HAPPEN, ALL THESE REALITIES FALLING DOWN HITTING MY IN THE NOSE SOFT LIKE SNOW AT FIRST IT'S ALL JUST FLAKING AWAY YOU ARE ALL FLAKES REALITY FALLING DOWN HITTING ME IN THE FACE WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO FEEL I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ANYMORE

WHOA, SHIT, WACKNESS

WHOA, SHIT, I LOOKED BACK OVER MY LYRICS FROM LAST YEAR THAT SHIT WAS SO WACK, WTF? I THINK I'M IN A HEADSPACE OF AUTHENTICITY RIGHT NOW, FEEL LIKE I CAN COMMUNICATE THAT, LIKE I GOT THE TOOLS 2 DO IT. HERE I GO.

THIS IS TURNING INTO A ZINE

SEARCHING

THERE'S PROBABLY NO BETTER PLACE TO FIND TRUTH

THAN IN A LANDSCAPE OF ILLUSIONS

I'LL BE OK

I'LL BE OK
I'LL BE OK
I'LL BE OK
I'LL BE OK
I'LL BE OK
I'LL BE OK
I'LL BE OK

I WILL GUIDE YOU

Mufasa: Simba, let me tell you something my father told me.
Look at the stars. The great kings of the past look down on us from those stars.

Young Simba: Really?

Mufasa: Yes. So whenever you feel alone, just remember that those kings will always be there to guide you. And so will I.