I REALLY could use a razor right now. Or a pen. Or a knife, a really dull, jagged, steak knife. I'm suffering. It feels like something horrible inside me. Trying to spread, trying to twist deform in a most slow agonizing way of no describe of. I'm suffering. So very much. I want to use this knife or pen or razor to cut where it is centered itself in and bleed the pain away. Let the poison of sadness, anger, guilt, worthlessness, flow out. Why can't he recognize that everything is not all right. Why can't he see the pain. I feel so lonely, so out of place. I'm a shadow here of unwhatedness. The black spot in the pure white room that disappears and returns every year. I hate it here I it at home. What my point of existence? I only seem to ruins every elses' lives. Would it not but better if I didn't exist at all?
A razor sounds VERY good right about now.
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Darling, daaaarling, daaaaaaaaaaaaarling, don't think I dislike you in any way, baby, booboo (hehehehee), dinosaur. I love you and your funny ways, your funny brain is good yesss.
Like you. Love you. Need you. Don't you dare harm a hair on your head, because I don't have any bandages.
You're better than a blot in a room, dearie funnyfone. Various other weird pet names. Funchfleff. Tu habites dans mon coeur. heart