don’t pretend that you understand me.

I commend my soul for its courage when it chose to be me.

"When you die, where will the REAL Alex go?"

Fuck you, bitch. I’m laughing at you and your souls and your God because if they exist then there is some reason that I’m such a fucking mess. I don’t want to think that, because it’s fucking terrifying. So just leave me the fuck alone. God wouldn’t design something like me.