My chest is heavy and I am always on the verge of tears. I want to mutilate myself until there is nothing left for anyone to burden. I hate my female parts that draw men like beasts. I want to cut them off, so I do not get anymore adulterating looks. I cannot concentrate on anything else but my own hatred for me and everything about me.
Friday, June 30, 2006
I am a useless human being. I cannot accomplish anything because of this disease that is eating at my brain and my soul. I cannot rely on anyone for support. Everyone is caught up in his or her own problems. I cannot bear to be a burden on anyone the way they burden me. Everyone is a flake. They just push and push me and tap me on the shoulder until my flesh is eaten away and sore from where they constantly tap.
My chest is heavy and I am always on the verge of tears. I want to mutilate myself until there is nothing left for anyone to burden. I hate my female parts that draw men like beasts. I want to cut them off, so I do not get anymore adulterating looks. I cannot concentrate on anything else but my own hatred for me and everything about me.
My chest is heavy and I am always on the verge of tears. I want to mutilate myself until there is nothing left for anyone to burden. I hate my female parts that draw men like beasts. I want to cut them off, so I do not get anymore adulterating looks. I cannot concentrate on anything else but my own hatred for me and everything about me.


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