Insatiable Whore

I was born out of my mother’s selfishness, in order to survive I worked for the greed of men...

Fri, 26 Aug 2011 05:03:21 -0400

I was born out of my mother’s selfishness, in order to survive I worked for the greed of men I’ll never meet, and I believe only out of my own selfishness should I die.

I hate everything. I have to fix my “issues” in order to function in society, but this...

Fri, 26 Aug 2011 05:03:19 -0400

I hate everything. I have to fix my “issues” in order to function in society, but this society is the very reason why I have any of these problems to begin with. I hate everyone.

I hate that you don’t chase after me. You don’t argue or try to stop this. You...

Fri, 26 Aug 2011 05:03:12 -0400

I hate that you don’t chase after me. You don’t argue or try to stop this. You don’t speak up or ask questions. You only observe me from afar and speak to me when I speak to you.

Where’s the effort? The compassion?

Anything?

Nothing.

You’re supposed to be my partner, my team mate, my lover. Where is any of that? I see none of it unless I literally beg and scream and cry.

I want to hate you. I want to hurt you for this negligence, but all I ever really wanted was to be held by you without having to ask. Is that really too much to ask for?

No matter how good things get, no matter how perfect, beautiful and wonderful my life becomes a part...

Fri, 26 Aug 2011 04:56:43 -0400

No matter how good things get, no matter how perfect, beautiful and wonderful my life becomes a part of me will always be incomplete.

I will always forgive you.

I HATE GOD.

Mon, 08 Aug 2011 22:33:26 -0400

I HATE GOD.

I will forever be jealous. I will forever miss you. I will forever despise you. These things will...

Wed, 06 Jul 2011 02:56:21 -0400

I will forever be jealous.

I will forever miss you.

I will forever despise you.

These things will never change.

I don’t know how I feel about that.

It’s happening again. I hardly survived this shit last time, and I don’t think I can...

Tue, 28 Jun 2011 22:33:37 -0400

It’s happening again. I hardly survived this shit last time, and I don’t think I can bear to do it again.

It’s good to know the bastard who took my virginity is hanging out with one of the biggest...

Sat, 25 Jun 2011 04:27:04 -0400

It’s good to know the bastard who took my virginity is hanging out with one of the biggest douche bags I used to kick it with back in the day. I’m sure they have loads of fun talking about me. It’s cool. They can go be ugly together. I’m fucking awesome and they’re stuck in a hell hole.

*vomits*

I haven’t even eaten food. I never throw up, let alone throw up like this. My stomach is...

Wed, 22 Jun 2011 16:42:36 -0400

I haven’t even eaten food.

I never throw up, let alone throw up like this.

My stomach is empty. I have hardly even thought about food today.

Why are you doing this body?

Will you ever allow me to just fucking function?

I'm craving the burn of alcohol.

Wed, 22 Jun 2011 01:19:28 -0400

I can’t give in. What kind of a person would I be if I did?

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I hate food. I hate the way it makes me feel. It has become my enemy and I’m on the verge of...

Fri, 10 Jun 2011 02:04:09 -0400

I hate food.

I hate the way it makes me feel.

It has become my enemy and I’m on the verge of war.

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Tue, 24 May 2011 16:45:06 -0400

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Tue, 24 May 2011 14:17:10 -0400

People don’t just decide to kill themselves over night. It’s a very very long and...

Thu, 12 May 2011 17:15:45 -0400

People don’t just decide to kill themselves over night. It’s a very very long and horrible process in which the person watches themselves deteriorate. It is during this time that you have the power to love them and save them. Nobody wants to kill themselves. It’s when they’ve been forgotten about and neglected long enough that a person begins to feel that it’s their only choice.

If there is ever anyone in your life that you think is slipping away, or even acting a bit more sluggish, it’s your job to ask them what is wrong. Even if the answer is “Oh, nothing.” it’s your job to show them over time and in all the right ways that they have a friend and that they are loved.

It could be your co-worker, your mother, you neighbor, your boyfriend, anyone. Pay attention to people’s emotions because nobody deserves to die by their own hand.

I admitted to my suicidal tendencies for a third and final time. Nobody has shown any amount of...

Thu, 12 May 2011 07:03:00 -0400

I admitted to my suicidal tendencies for a third and final time.

Nobody has shown any amount of concern each of times I’ve admitted to it.

They say third times a charm.

Any day now, I’m going to do it. I want to spite everyone who has met me.

I have an addiction to the human body. It’s structure, it’s build, it’s corners...

Wed, 11 May 2011 03:28:47 -0400

I have an addiction to the human body.

It’s structure, it’s build, it’s corners and curves.

All of it. I want it all.

I want the warmth. The fulfillment. I want my fantasies enacted.

I have a fetish for fetishes.

Bones, flesh, sex, and sweat.

It’s at the core of our existence. It’s the reason any of us are here.

It’s what we’re built to do.

This is not a *~thinspo blog. So kindly, fuck off.

Tue, 10 May 2011 20:15:06 -0400

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Tue, 10 May 2011 18:30:06 -0400

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Tue, 10 May 2011 16:45:06 -0400

Serious Question.

Tue, 10 May 2011 03:54:12 -0400

I’ve never had any desire to inflict self-harm until about a year ago. I didn’t realize it for what it was though until recently. I don’t cut myself, never have, I beat myself.

I throw myself on to things that jab me. I poke, pinch, punch, slam and kick myself. I use whatever is closest to beat my face in. I slam my head in to the walls repetitively. I’ve even choked myself. The pain is intense and relieving and it leaves no scars. Bruises are easily excused by my well-known clumsiness.

Am I the only one who does this? I can’t be…?