Plagued

It’s a sunny Friday. It’s a Public Holiday. It’s a happy day. It’s a Good Friday.

But I am fucking fucking fucking attacked. I’m crushed I’m dead. My day is ruined.

Fucking fucking fuck that PMS bitch. I am in a fucking dead shit hole now I am so moody I can kill anyone with my stare. Don’t even try talking to me. You’ll be burnt alive.

I am pissed. Pissed with the way things are going on. With what’s happening in me. With the changes that I can’t control. I’m very upset. It seemed like I am destined to be like this. I am very pissed. Very pissed. Everything is fucked up. I’m being led by the nose again. Pulled into despair again. Attacked by the bloody hooded creature again. Was it because I missed a dose yesterday that lead to this murder scene today. Or is it just in me? Damn you. I mustn’t be her. I mustn’t be that crazy stupid whore. I need more self-respect. Fuck it. Fuck it.

“IN THIS CRAZY WORLD, I’M THE MOST NORMAL GIRL. IN YOUR CRAZY WORLD, I’M THE MONSTER THAT MAY EAT YOU ALIVE”

And I want to. I want to eat you alive so much. Swallow you into my endless pit hole and digest you part by part. Maybe I want to do it because I bloody well hate you. I hate you even in my body. I hate you. Everything about you. I am mad because of you. You’re the monster, not me.

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