I'm too apathetic to fucking kill myself, my dissuasion is too much to handle. I'm tripping over the weight of self-doubt and dying from all this life in my lungs.
Narcissistic, pessimistic, arbitrarily dysthymic, I'm a rotten fucking apple from the tree of displeasure. I'm a cynical asshole's wet dream, but I'm more like the stain that it leaves.