I hate the human race. Of course, therefore, I hate myself the most, because I am the least of the human race.
I always feel happy
In the places where I can be sincere,
Where I can blend into the crowd
And may not pretend to be someone else.
I'm watching movies back to back in black and white, I never
Seen anybody do it like I do it any better
I'm goin' over you, I'm overdue for new endeavors
Nobody lonely like I'm lonely and I don't know whether.
I'm disappointed in myself because it seems like I've learned nothing from all these past controversies and it's not that I think I can say or do whatever I want and get away with it; that's not it at all. I'm just an idiot–but that doesn't make what I said or how I said it okay. It was not okay. I'm really sorry if I offended, hurt, or disappointed anyone with all of this.