The Simple State

I tell you what. I'm getting personal.


Christian, Ra - Stay the hell out of my life, stay away from my house, away from my boyfriend and away from me.

Mike - Stay away from the afore mentioned, or you will be forcibly removed from my house.


Does no one understand that every time K is brought back into my life through stories and wasted friends, slippery accomplishments and perverted dusts, I have to relive it all.
I hate remembering that for a long few months I was off my tits on K trying not to remember how painful the situation was. That something sick had been done to me by someone who would walk free and could any day find me. Still could. And all anyone seems to do is rub it back in my face, oblivious.


So if you're close to me, stay the fuck away from K.

If you're on K, my dears, you're dead to me.