Just take a look at me—I mean, God is creative.
I say what I think. It never bothers me what I say.
The alarm woke me up this morning when I was driving my Ferrari.
I don’t give a damn about what people think of me, and I wasn’t put here to win over everyone.
I gave up battling my inner demons. Now we are in agreement.
Please, Math, become a grown-up and figure out your difficulties. I’m over responding to them on your behalf.
Everyday is dull.