What’s wrong with us? How did self-loathing become a form of enjoyment? Like scorpions stinging themselves.
Nothing hates itself like a human being. We’re the uniquely fucked up species, right?
What’s wrong with us? How did self-loathing become a form of enjoyment? Like scorpions stinging themselves.
Nothing hates itself like a human being. We’re the uniquely fucked up species, right?
Work in Progress 