I don’t want to live, but I also don’t want to die. I want to be the person I used to be and I don’t know how to get her back and where she went. It’s my

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I don’t want to live, but I also don’t want to die. I want to be the person I used to be and I don’t know how to get her back and where she went. It’s my fault. I own it. I also realize that in order for me to get her back, I have to put in the work (and I’m not simply speaking in terms of body image). My mindset was different, my attitude was different, my everything was different. I want to find her, again. I want her back.
You know, a long, long time ago, let’s say grade school aged, I had very high self-esteem, not arrogance, just self-love and acceptance. You know what happened? I didn’t know I was supposed to feel bad about myself until someone told me I should – whether friends, family, media, magazines, etc. I was happy until someone else decided I shouldn’t be.
What did I do? I became who all these sources decided I needed to be. And guess what? I WAS happy. Isn’t that crazy? I’ve allowed my self-worth to be based on so many different sources that I truly lost what I liked. And I want HER back. Can one really undo this sh*t?

New Confession

I want to be blindfolded, b*** naked, brought on a stage and sat on a wooden chair, and i want to m********* furiously, animalistic, loudly and s***. I will edge myself, not knowing if there’s people or not watching me because everyone has been instructed to be silent (if somebody is even there, who knows) i’ll do wild stuff, touching me everywhere, when i’m at the point of non return, off the edge, a collaborator will remove my blindfold, but it will be too late to stop, i’m c****** now, in front of laughing people, and i’m taking the pleasure all in looking people in the eyes. Knowing before i have even fingered mg a** and kissed mg own feet, i’ll feel destroyed after, so shameful, but yet, it’ll all have been worth it.

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Picka pumpkin, Hold yer hand steady, grab a knife, maybe the carver and squint your eye,
carve the pumpkin till it dies,
carve it good like it’s made of wood, and beat it like your father never could. Stab it until your covered in guts! You’ve just committed murdar on a pumpkin you psycho!

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