I love that song...MSI are coolbeansdude.
But yes, I think I have issues. And not like in the song. Maybe I'm just bein' paranoid...heh. As if that counts for shit anymore.
I want to yell at her so bad. Tell her how many people would kill for her working limbs, or her working eyes. Tell her how fuckin' ignorant she is. Tell her what it's /really/ like to be disabled / VI. I wanna scream in her fuckin' face what a fuckin' dippy asshole she is, her and her boyfriend.
But /somewhere/ there is this tiny tiny tiny piece of me that says I can't yell at her. I depend on her. And then the rest of me that hates her tells that tiny tiny piece to fuc