I want to tear myself apart. To vanish to stop existing. No matter how hard I try I can’t subvert my nature as a freak of nature made to kill and maim. I did it yesterday, I did it today, I’m Always Fucking Doing It. I hate it. I hate myself. I don’t know why she agreed. Why any of them agreed. I should be hunted for sport.
I’m always going to be a weapon of whoever decides I’m useful enough for them.
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