No, fuck you.
I was good enough,
But you made me believe I wasn't.
that one review from letterboxd was so on point.
Comfort is a unknown concept to him
I want her to shove her fingers down my throat and make me gag as she strokes my hair with faux sympathy
i need sza on tiny desk so bad
And when you feel that feeling of hunger and emptiness in your stomach, I hope you remember of me because that's how I've felt every day.
Can i survive until Christmas? 5 days is a lot of shit to me.
I was a singer, not a very popular one