Frustration and anger eats at you, like a migraine eats at your head!I feel like hitting something, I feel like braking and bashing!
I am over being treated like a foul piece of scrap, picked up on the way.
Get me out of here, let me live. Let me be myself!
Killing myself seems like the most fun at the moment and the possibility of it happening seems more likely every minute that ticks by.
The dogs will be well looked after and I will be forgotten soon enough in their worlds.
The family won't realize it soon enough and caring about that - me? no! not anymore!
You have heard what I am too them, just someone who sits on a throne and looks down on other people. Well, I am not!! And I never dream of being!
I'm sick of living like this and the sooner the scenery changes, the better.
Death will be as welcoming as an ice cream is welcomed in heat...
~ 11 Jan 2012
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