Forcing myself to preform the treasure.
Not thinking at all about the sparkling blood.
Not caring about the consequences until afterwards.
**** ME NOW. I'M SO STUPID.
I HATE MYSELF. HIT ME, BRUISE ME. HATE ME, please..
I don't want to go, but do I really have to stay here?
Help me..please..
Can you tell me those things please?
It only caused me trouble, why do I do it?
Not enough is wrong with me, please as if.
My distorted thinking, look what it is.
Look what it has become, maybe I'll start starving too.
I hate the way I look more now than ever.
It makes me worry.
And I'm sorry for my rambling, but I can't help it.
I worry about the future and what the heck I'll do when I get there.
Just stop, quit that, stop that.
goodbye