~CorsetFreak

Maybe I am? Who fucking knows.


I don't anymore.


I don't try to guess.


I don't try to keep my sanity anymore.


Because it always goes away temporarily.


So maybe it's gone for go0d now?
Yelling makes me feel better.


I'm only happy when I'm fucking someones life up.


I find myself wishing there were less people breathing in the world.


Anything with a pulse is the enemy.


I want to destroy it.


Love, is it real, or is it a bullshit lie?
My previous post makes you think it's real.


But really, is it?
Sometimes I get so angry I shake.


I don't want to be normal.


I don't want to be abnormal.


I don't want to be anything you expected or wanted.


Infact I crave your hatred.


It's the reason I still have a heartbeat.


Isn't that fucked up?
Maybe to you it is.


But pissing you off makes me cum.


It gives me satisfaction.


So I ask myself.


Am I okay?
If I am, take that from me.


Am I insane?
Maybe I can redefine it.


I must be mental.


And that's why you fucking love me.