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I think skinny people skip meals because they like to play games with their body. I skip meals because if my body eats itself I might be able to taste it, eventually.
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I do free stuff.
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Coming up is the batter, I am the ball.

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I got Whiskey Dick!

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I want to be burned alive. I want my gooey flesh to stick to everything I punch in my final moments. I want to have the loudest scream of anger right before my lungs burn away. I want to watch my blood boil as its always done beneath my skin. I wish I was encased in glass in front of everyones houses, being filmed and livestreamed to everyone elses TVs. I wish when I finally died the smoke would be all that was left to see and after it had cleared, only teeth and mush remained. I wish some moms kid came to play with the mush, pretending it to be a fleshy meat party. I wish my body became so infused with fire the heat never cooled down and everyone who touched it will scream in agony for their entire life. I wish someone would have though back on that day 20 years from now with a magical sense of wonder and complete terror.

I dont see the difference between want and wish. Everything you want you wish you had. Everything you wish you had you want. If you dont wish you have everything you want. If you dont want you have everything you wish you had. I need to do something about everything. If I fixed my mood swings Id still be miserable all the time, just not as annoying. If I went out everyday Id find I have no time to do what I want, no matter what I did. Everything is so repetitive, so tedious. Licking the same wounds day by day. I tire of it all. No one sucks my dick about it either. It isnt that I dont want to talk about it, but that no one cares to listen. My vague hints arouse no suspicion. My serious and in-your-face hints are ignored purposefully. But if I said it outright, if I said the one thing that'd maybe catch your attention, that would not only be the only thing you think of me, it would be another reason to avoid me. If I was alone on purpose, thats on me. If I was alone in a room full of people too busy sucking each other off, how is that on me? I could have the last laugh and slice my neck in front of everyone. But then it would only be about them. Its always about them. I can take off whatever Im doing for you, but no one seems to want to stop eating glass to do one of anything for me. My opinions are lousy, my looks are irrelevant, my personality is forgettable, and I have yet to take your child. At this point theres nothing I can do. It doesnt matter what I do. I wish I could have what it takes to off myself, Im just waiting to get drunk.