I don’t understand why the voices have to tell me these things when they involve everyone else?
This is like an older woman’s secrets: this is the stories from an adult woman’s younger years that she doesn’t tell anyone because it might make them think differently of her.
This is rampage in my mind and the only thing that is preventing me from being even more emotional is fucking nihilism.
She fucked me.
She fucked someone else.
She won’t fuck me.
She’s the town bike somewhere else.
Goodness gracious.
Good riddance.