do you think i'm a whore?

[bloodied_angel7]

Fuck. I don't even know how to verbalise this. I feel like I should write this down, that's what this journal is for, right? But...how can I write this down when my thoughts and my emotions are not making sense? They're not forming clear patterns. All I'm getting are random words, a random stream of my consciousness. Life. Death. Whore. Me? Loneliness. All alone. Forever. Yes. No. Maybe. Never. Hate. Love. Emotions? Emotionless. Numb. Again. Over and Over. Again. Repeat. Death. Dying. Dying. Dead. Kill. You? No. Anyone? No. Me? Maybe...I don't know. tears? Crying. No. Weakness. Strength. None. Nowhere. Gone. Be strong. Stand tall. Fall. Crawl. Beg. Plead. Forgiveness? None. Mercy? No.
Hurt? Yes. Pain. Yes. Help? None. No. Please. Not now. Not again. No escape. No more. Hope? No. Help. Please.
I'm Sorry.