I Am Barely Alive After My Dunce Tour in Boston
I am shaking as I type this. My body has been put through the ringer. My spirit has been destroyed. My liver is gone. There’s just nothing there anymore. I’ve been told to go fuck myself more times than I could possibly imagine. Dallas Braden is an agent of chaos. Coley Tyler and Dana just watched on as I was murdered last night. I hate everything. My hand is sliced wide open. I had to throw out half my clothes after puking on them. I can still taste the fire in whatever shot I took where I was handed milk. I have no idea what that was but it made me want to hurt myself.
I really wish I didn’t have that watch party. I guess enjoy?
