March 21, 2014 §
This life feels like seeing blood in my underwear
Unwelcome, chilling, and dirty
Like I’ll never be clean again and I’ll wear the stain forever.
March 11, 2014 §
“Well, fuck, aren’t you just vile?
What a disappointment.
A clammy swirling little mass of black thoughts and unused potential,
Dotted with gems of self-loathing so dense, on the verge of imploding and taking all of your sorry sadness with them.
It would be a kindness.
You and I both know you’ll never amount to anything.
Why do you keep flinging energy, effort, love and thin threads of hope into the abyss?
They make no difference.
Give up and bow out before everyone realises what you already know –
The world would be better off without you.”
– me, to me