I've decided not to have thoughts or feelings any more. They've never been popular with anyone. I'm always scared or angry anyway, so it's not like I'm missing out on a lot. And my opinions never seem to improve anyone's life. So I'm just going to stop. Honestly I doubt anyone will notice.
It's tempting to pull a phantom: disappear, desperately reach for happiness, kill without mercy, destroy the world for showing no compassion to me. I couldn't do that, though. And death is, at the moment at least, unattainable. It's all locked up too tight, anyway. I can't even make myself bleed; it wouldn't help and people would only make a fuss. All I can do now is sit here and stew silently in this... hate.
And to think, all I really wanted was for someone to tell me, fully and in all honesty, that I was beautiful. I guess that was too much to ask.
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