Yeah I don't think I even need a job, and I sure s*** didn't need to have my lover taken from me and ask for money and I guess they're fun I mean whatever.
Yeah, that must've sucked. Wow, life stinks don't it? Sheesh. I wouldn't wanna be you and like have a whole house to myself and enough free time to have 7 (what is is 8, 9?) burners at this point-- Record yourself ejaculating into your hands and all over the rug, stream tarot, write bullshit and navel gaze. Sucks to be you. Sucks to have a fake rape case looming over your heads because you fuckers didn't get what you want and someone threw gasoline on the fire like a motherfucker. Sucks to be set up for life on a Special Needs Trust, and to shrug and order pizza and get as fat as you want and criticise others all day, and tap dance in a Stitch costume, wiggling your fat ass for the camera. Sucks to be you, and have friends that care about you that you shit all over and bridges to burn day in and day out. Kinda sounds like it
doesn't suck to be you actually.