god damnit i hate you so much i can barely breathe
your soft little girl voice and tiny plump pierced and tattooed body, and how you always know which buttons to push to make me angry, to make me miss you, to make me consider your pleas of run away with me! lets escape together, lets be the fierce and filthy hedonists we're damned to be, unrepentant and with nothing to live for and nothing worth dying for. i hate you, i hate that it works every time, i hate that you're everything that i hate in myself, sensitivity and submission and softness and meekness and everything i hate about women, and not only are you all these things, but you see nothing wrong in flaunting these disgusting faults, because that's who you are. everytime i see your face pop up on my phone i want to beat you senseless. women like you can't exist because women like me exist. you told me today about cutting a hole between the fat on your stomach and your real stomach and letting some guy fuck your new hole. you said you didn't care and you didn't feel anything but a tickle. i was so sick to my stomach i could barely stand or see and i stumbled into my room past my confused boyfriend and shut the door. i bit my tongue so hard i spoke to you through the blood in my mouth and i wished i could put you down like an animal. your sin is repulsive and makes me feel like there is a film over my body, i feel like a whore for being so close to you. for wanting you to be happy. for wanting you to be okay. for loving you. for wanting to protect you, wanting to give you sparkly things and pretty dresses that flatter that marilyn monroe figure that make you look like a gorgeous domestic housewife as you clean up last night's mess and good drugs and brushing your hair. i'm going to burn in hell for you and you don't care at all. you don't give a shit about my life, about where i am, where i'm going, you're such a selfish child to call up after months of silence and beg me to leave my life and start over, for the zillionth time, with you! your flippant comments on my sexuality, my life with a man. i fume and wish i had a cock to punish fuck you with. my bones tingle when i think about hurting you, teaching you a lesson. making you into the nothing toy you say you feel like. leaving you tied up in my room for days. i hate how this all excites me. i chew last nights fentanyl and hope it soothes me -- at least it keeps me from gnashing my teeth. i'd cut off all your hair to shame you, and to shame me, for falling into your trap.
i hate how i am not in love.