Yes it offends me, yes I fucking know you’ve been through worse. I’m weaker, vulnerable and stupid. How many symbols do I need to carve onto my body so you can fucking see? Both were of you. I love you. But I get these thoughts. I have a pocket knife, i don’t know why but I look at it everyday. Push me fucker. I love you, I don’t know what I’m thinking. Never been beaten, raped, manipulated. From what I know. Either leave me to live on the streets, move and never speak to you again. Or I’ll kill myself, I’ll cut my right hand, leave it on your doorstep, and you’ll see this 🖕. Why do I hate you? No, why do I feel this negativity? You’re no help, I don’t hate you, I don’t like you. You’ll never read this. Why the fuck would you? I’ll forget it. I’ll get over it. I’ll understand it. You always win