how many girls do you have to fuck over until you start to feel something between your ribs? how many thrusts does it take for you to feel like a man? you can’t even get it up when you are sober.
show no mercy.
this is not some other angry girl entry who cant get what she wants. this is a spark. that some neurotransmitter went off in my brain to make this electricity pour through my veins out of my fingernails and onto these little plastic buttons. one day, i will read this and i will think im psycho. one day, i will not know why i wrote this.
but right now, i am writing this as a memory. to remind myself that the world is tainted. it is full of penises that are put in places they are not welcome.
