I am easily provoked into jealousies. Thick clouds of self-hate. The only sound; their restless whispers "you're not good enough."

The best feeling in the world is knowing that you haven't eaten enough, and yet you have eaten too much.

I want you, but not the pain that will come with it. When you realize I'm no good, you'll rip yourself from me. Slowly, I fade. You are taking so long. Make a choice.

Existential angst.

I hate the feeling of tight clothing. 

I hate the feeling of not knowing.

You cannot tell me who I am.

Be strong.

Honey, it's time. 

You're hanging on so tight. 

But don't you know that you can't escape? 

I simply do not understand.

They tell me that eveything he told me, I deserved it. Every malicious, verbal taunt cannot be held against him, because it's all true. His slander is nothing compared to my sins.
So tell me why. Why am I the odd one out, the one that doesn't make sense. Weirdo. Black sheep. Freak.

Today I am falling apart. 

Good night.

You will always shunt me aside. Worthless. You ask what right have I? In the eyes of mankind I have every right.