somethinga good days ive already fucked im always trying say choose thing thatll make happy always guess wrong take fuck continue worthless piece shit exists disappoint talk make feel like shit sorry cant multitask mind im trying work fuck still fucking accept quit trying react be tears mean nothing anyway dont cry hurry fucking kill youself already dont think dont hesitate let go pull trigger opened big fucking mouth havent fucking figured shut fuck one wants one cares fuck try keep fucking trying make happy cant apparently whole literal life revolves around making happy wish knew stay quiet keep peace dont talk anymore