I fucking hate being a girl sometimes. I need someone to come take care of me…please?!

Listens to it as soon as he can because he wants to learn as much as he can about me.

She tastes like every dark thought I’ve ever had!

You always keep me wondering….

So, it was another terrible time at my counselor…He wanted me to do a timeline of my life. It was hard, especially when I talked about when we lived on the farm. I shook the entire time I talked about it. Bad things happened to me on the farm. I have almost no memories about the farm. I don’t really have any feelings associated with that part of my life. I’m mad at my parents for being foster parents to boy criminals. Why would you do that when you have 3 young girls? What the fuck were they thinking? I hate them for that. What a fucking irresponsible thing to do.

I told him about me cutting myself again last night. My cuts still hurt. I’m glad…

I’m still so confused…I need a hug so bad.

I’m just really insecure. I like the physical pain, the internal problems are too hard to deal with.

I am nothing….
Why can’t I just have regular thoughts and feelings?

I really need to….well, you know.