Here’s a hate letter for all you stupid bitches.
I am so pissed. I am so angry, annoyed, irritated. I feel like crying. I want to shave my head. I’m scared. I feel like there is a presence lingering over me. I am so suffocated. Do you know the reason why I am currently in this state of mind? It’s because of all you stupid human beings out there. I love animals so much better than you. Yes, YOU! You, the person who is reading this right now. I am in a complete mess. I know I shouldn’t be blaming others for the state I am in. But this is my only way to calm myself down.
I am so pissed. I am so angry, annoyed, irritated. I feel like crying. I want to shave my head. I’m scared. I feel like there is a presence lingering over me. I am so suffocated. Do you know the reason why I am currently in this state of mind? It’s because of all you stupid human beings out there. I love animals so much better than you. Yes, YOU! You, the person who is reading this right now. I am in a complete mess. I know I shouldn’t be blaming others for the state I am in. But this is my only way to calm myself down.
‘Don’t talk to me’!!!
No! I will not fucking talk to you! You can’t see my
happiness. Okay! Good for you. Please always put yourself first. Human beings
are fucking selfish.
People shout at me. Here goes a round of standing ovation. You go ahead shout at me, because you are dumb! You’re a dumb idiocratic whore. I’ve self harmed when my father shouted at me once. Now you want to shout at me too? Oh! Please do. Dogs bark, so you’re doing a very good job at it. I have sensitive ears, and I’ve had them ever since mother fucking stupid son of a gun anorexia took over me. When you shout at me, my heart literally crumbles to bits, or at least it feels that way. But hey! Please. I am on my knees, begging, keep shouting at me because shouting makes you feel empowered.
People shout at me. Here goes a round of standing ovation. You go ahead shout at me, because you are dumb! You’re a dumb idiocratic whore. I’ve self harmed when my father shouted at me once. Now you want to shout at me too? Oh! Please do. Dogs bark, so you’re doing a very good job at it. I have sensitive ears, and I’ve had them ever since mother fucking stupid son of a gun anorexia took over me. When you shout at me, my heart literally crumbles to bits, or at least it feels that way. But hey! Please. I am on my knees, begging, keep shouting at me because shouting makes you feel empowered.
Do you want to know how I got into this stage? Please, keep
asking me questions about it because it totally does not trigger me. Do you
want to know what I eat, how much I eat, how much I exercise, how many kilos I
lost, how much I weigh now? Go ahead. Please do not have the common sense in
you, to not ask me these questions, because these questions are absolutely positively
not triggering.
Don’t you go ahead and fucking do what I do, okay? I’ve
eaten my shit as an infant. Why don’t you do that too? Because it’s not cool enough?
Or is it because people won’t pay much attention to you? You might think I am
an attention seeking dyke. And if that’s your thought process, AGAIN, ‘Good
job.’
I am so tired of this. All I want now in life is to be
devoted to God all day and all night long. All I look for is ‘peace.’
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