“you’re just missing a concert” they said
“it’s not like it’s a big deal” they said
“it’s just a band” they said
“what are you doing with that axe” they said
if i were a murderer i’d be the febreze murderer and lead my victims blindfolded to undisclosed locations and i’d ask them what they smelled and they’d be like “omg ocean air and tulips” and then i’d rip off the blindfold and it would be A PILE OF THE BODIES OF MY PREVIOUS VICTIMS
my mom made me go to a therapist because of this
“no” i whisper as i hear footsteps approaching my room
