Thread:Loconator3000/@comment-1899606-20170303083330/@comment-5688420-20170304165639

Pauly will never accept me. And no amount of fake friends is gonna solve my deteriorating mental health. So what life do I have to live?

The song by Papa Roach says it all: "Cut my life into pieces. This is my last resort. Suffocation, no bleeding. Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding."