i've gobbled all the peels.
i discard the fruit.
i'm the only one left here and i'm a sour patch kid.
something about here is making me hate me. something about here is making me hate me. something i can't put my finger on. something i can't put my fist through. it's not like this is what i'm trying to do. it's not something to prove or nothing better to do. no reason to stay is a good reason to go.