Why does every therapist tell me that I’m so bright and confident and articulate, can you please help me deal with the gaping hole in my chest
I’m bleeding out over here and they can only think to tell me that love the cut of my jib. Focus Dave!! Get a fucking gauze pack!!
Me: I think I’m a worm, crawling in the dust
Them: and yet such a well-spoken and dapper worm
would you love you, if you were a worm