Whether you’re a drunken mess, or an addict, or a self-harm, or just a fucked up whore bag, there is just always a simple explanation why you do the things you do, and that itself inevitably makes you beautiful.
However, those things, whatever they are, it just explains.
Never will it in the book of life, excuses.
So say if a guy comes up and pours his heart out about being a killer and explaining his reasons, I would probably just be like “oh alright bro I hear you”.
But dude like straight up when even he leaves just to go to the bathroom imma prepare my gun and my fucking samurai sword even, cause like bruh he’s a killer and yea he’s my homie but like that doesn’t change the fact he kills for a living now does it?