and i boil.

okay, fine. so you're an alcoholic... (you and my father will love each other.) does that negate the fact that my aunt (former, that is...the divorce is final now, to the best of my knowledge.) has killed herself, and i'm supposed to believe this? no. it sure does not. here's something: stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop BEING A FUCKING TWAT and grow a pair and strap em on, and so on and so forth and... fucking call me. just call me, and love me. love me for all the cracks and for my lack of christ and all the comedown and the down down downturned come-hither, and for christ's sake... just me. (please?)