wanna know the fucking truth? nobody is fucking happy. nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight, nobody fucking understands this world. fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. you're here one day and the next you're not. god? religion? i've learned a lot a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. tell me what your church has done for you? tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? wanna know the fucking truth? pity is just another word for pathetic. drink beer or coke, wine or whatever you have in your mind and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. take photographs naked. take photographs kissing or having sex. take photographs laughing. stop making everything about sexuality. wanna know the truth? nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. wanna know the fucking truth? there is no such thing as the right, perfect person. people leave. they change like seasons, like the ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. and do you wanna know the fucking truth? you get better. you learn to love. you learn to love yourself. you find god in between the cracks of a wall when you're puking your limbs out. do you wanna know the fucking truth? go out there and fucking live your life and find it.
