【do I even have to tell you anymore? cuss warning】

Skills, I have none. 

Like no fucking joke, whatever/whoever created the universe and everything in it must've been like "Hm, all creativity and originality will go into this child's name, and that's all. I dub thee Erick, the average!" And my name isn't even that creative or original! It's literally just a guy name with an added redundant letter!

I feel like I was that last bit of batter in a cupcake mix that wasn't enough for a full cupcake but there was still too much to just throw away.

I honestly don't know why anyone reads my trash or requests covers from me like oml I'm not good! I'm not bad but I'm still not good so why the hell are you all still here!?

But ya know what? In the end I'm literally just an anxiety ridden, arrogant whilst simultaneously self-conscious glitter covered trash can who's the definition of average and epitome of normally abnormal. And I can't change that so

#queenofaverage