public.
[Public. He says its morning, but bruh, it ain't the morning.]
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and it just hits me. I was born too late to be a backup dancer in a Taylor Dayne music video. And its like, why go on? Like, why am I still here? Just to suffer? Or maybe I am just going out of my fucking mind from lack of stimulation. Holy shiiiiiiiiiit does being here suck. 80s pop can only sustain me for so long. What do? WHAT DO?