I don’t care. I’m going out
as myself. I’m going out alone
anyway, so why do I need friends
here where I stay if they can’t support
my art then **** the lot. I’ll shine my
darkness on your lite. I’ll be the pus in your
pimple and pop. I’ll be the flake in your
sunburn and peel. I’ll be the smart-*** who
says how she feels.