Esto es como un inodoro para mi mente depresiva bipolar conspiranoica.
-You never asked! You never ask me anything, besides does this feel okay, or do you like my skirt. Or how much is your rent. I'm not gonna fuckin talk your ear off about shit you dont ask about. You don't wanna know me. You wanna come over in the night and have me fuck the dog shit out of you, and then you wanna leave and write about it in your diary. You don't wanna know me.