(no subject)
I'm finished sitting around and moping against my will.
Three minutes ago I threw away all that garbage that was left over from everything.
I'm going to abandon this journal. I guess it'll stay here.
It infects me and it makes me cry.
I hate you. I hate you with shaking, blinding fury, I hate you with spittle flying from my quivering lips. I hate that when I mumble, I think about the way you complain about this. I hate every imperfection on me, I hate my desire, and I hate what I have become.
Tomorrow, I am going to go ensure that I don't go insane.
So, Fuck You.
Three minutes ago I threw away all that garbage that was left over from everything.
I'm going to abandon this journal. I guess it'll stay here.
It infects me and it makes me cry.
I hate you. I hate you with shaking, blinding fury, I hate you with spittle flying from my quivering lips. I hate that when I mumble, I think about the way you complain about this. I hate every imperfection on me, I hate my desire, and I hate what I have become.
Tomorrow, I am going to go ensure that I don't go insane.
So, Fuck You.