When youre born, you get this paper with all the stuff about you.
Like your passion, talents, sexual preference, mental health diagnosis and stuff
So you dont have to figure this shit out later in life. Cuz it sucks
At one point, I thought you were worth dying for
And then you broke my heart
again, and again and again
Except edible stuff. But you know, clothes and such. I just look at stuff and go “naaah, Ill look ugly in this”.