Me... be afraid
Stacy Karvonen
https://www.angelfire.com/sk3/stacy1/
stacykarvonen@hotmail.com
https://www.angelfire.com/sk3/stacy1/
stacykarvonen@hotmail.com
phucking a, i'm bleeding all over the computer now... those cuts on my arms ya know, they just wont stop fucking bleeding. i keep wiping it away, cause my little niece used up all the bandaids on the dolls. she's kinda cute at times. he was cheating on me. the sad thing is i would've been fine with everything if only he'd told me.. i was willing to share... i mean, what the hell am i supposed to do now? was i not worth telling? was i that much of a loser? i know i'm a loser, i know i'm fat and ugly and no one will ever love me, but couldn't he have told me? I have held back the tears and i dont know if i'll cry this time, i mean... i cried the first time we split up, and the second, an d almost this time.. but why should i cry? YOU didnt even feel guilty about it. YOU thought it was alright not to tell me. well it wasn't fucking alright. it wasnt. my arm is sore. i need to cut it some more. god, those little cuts sure bleed alot. this shirt is giong to be so stained... i will have to throw it away or wash it myself, thats it. i should get my clothes out of the washer... i totally forgot about them again, at least i didnt put the downy ball in the dryer this time. yeah, i did that before. it made an awful noise. i am going to get the laundry and make some more little openings for my anger to spill out of. since i can't cry i might as well bleed.
Note: this is outdated... but still an expression of what I felt at the time... erm.. dot dot dot...
