I look at my bloody window, I just woke up. I'm alone like always it's 3:00AM, my eyes are sore and cold I'm thinking about how fucked my life is and how I'm disappointing everyone including myself, if I was a smoker could've been dead by now. Because the amounts of nicotine I would need from those blunts would literally kill me..

A child prodigy. Now what's left of all those high expectations which robbed me of making mistakes like any fucking human. I shall take to my wits and burn them all alive..

But perhaps I'm too hard on myself, it's just another day after all.