You seem like the kind of girl who is happiest when you’re miserable. Stirring up drama all around you just so your plate is full. You don’t even know how to be happy unless you’re miserable. Unless you’re the center of attention, the situation is intolerable. If someone is stirring up shit it’s almost certain that you’re responsible. You’re just the kind of girl who is happiest when you’re miserable.
You’ll tear it all apart just to see the rubble underneath your feet. So I’ve got something horrible to tell you which I imagine will make you feel complete.
We’re all going to die. That’s right, baby gir. I’m gonna die. You’re gonna die. They’re gonna die. We’re all gonna die. All this drama you’re stirring up, just to entertain yourself, it’s just temporary. Because eventually we’re all gonna die. I promise you girl, if you’re happiest when you’re unhappy, then celebrate. Celebrate because you’re miserable and eventually we’re all gonna die, even you, baby girl.