I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
you know what? I think i’d rather you beat me. Beat me up good, turn me into a bloody pulp. I wanna get so phisically hurt I won’t have to deal with the other shit you put me through. Get some perspective. So you broke my trust, made me feel like an idiot, stepped on my pride… boo-fucking-hoo. Could be worse. I could have three broken ribs, fractured collarbone, black eyes, damaged spine and a broken heart. I keep cursing life when really I’m a spoiled brat who could have had much worse. I sicken myself sometimes. Then I want to kick my ass again, just for that.