Women have this way of making me feel like I am less than nothing, something which is impossible, but yet I still feel that way.

I am not even worth while as toilet paper.

Like somehow, I am less than the smallest thing. Not possible, but somehow they make me feel that way.

Assuming I make it one day, I hope to get back at all of these assholes. It is just a little extra step when you kick a man that is already down and has been down for some time. I hope somewhere deep inside I don’t forget this s***. I hope I get to bring real pain to you people one of these days. You’ll think it’s over, but it’s not, and you’ll keep experiencing it, over and over again. Every attempt to escape, you just wake up and nothing has changed. The nightmare never changed, you just imagined it. You’re so confused you can’t tell.

Of course they would use you as well. But the truth is, you’re basically in the trash can.

S*** my d*** you stupid b******