Fuck you, bitch!

I can't fucking stand to look at your face in the photograph.

I can't fucking stand to look in the mirror.

I can't stand it.

One day I will do or create something that will make them all think. They will miss me. Until then, get a job, lose some weight, listen to music, pretend to cry, worry, take a walk, cash a check, grab the phone to warm my pocket, grab the keys, drive, leave it all behind... except for most of it, go all in for a few moments and then change my mind, Prove to myself somehow that I do exist in the same world that you do, make sure that world is not Facebook, remember I am going to die, die.

David: Just remember that your slander is only your sad lazy attempt to deal with hurt. Accept your fate and move on, then it might get better. You are projecting the struggles you have with being who you want to be onto an imaginary woman, only this imaginary woman happens to be fleshy and warm and can be seen by everyone she passes. She will be there whether you conjure her or not. She is only what you make her, but only because she passed you a long time ago. Not worth two minutes. Your friends do not care about you the way real friends should. You can leave them all. Do not worry. GO! Do what feels right to YOU! Just don't kill anyone.