My biggest regret ever was dressing as my mum one night when my dad was extremely drunk. I let him touch me because I was jealous of their relationship. I hated my mum and wanted her dead. She died later that year. Now I can never tell her how I really felt, and what I did. Now I play her part at home.
“i found someone that makes me feel seasick..oh what a skill to have oh what a skill to have so many skills that make her distinctive..but theyre not mine to have no theyre not mine..”—the wombats (kill the director)