A riddle wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a panic attack wrapped in
multiple personalities wrapped in OCD tendencies wrapped in a short
attention span wrapped in a hoodie. I think things and I forget you
shouldn’t say everything you think. I like people from a distance.
Up close it gets all weird and shit. I married some dude I met at 7-11
and we made pretty babies and now I just bitch about everything. I
swear a lot.
