sick.

jaw tight

abdomen tense

fists balled

racing thoughts

die.

die.

DIE.

i never asked for him. i never wanted him in my life.

he's so right, but he's so, SO wrong.

he twists and molds my reality

making everything seem upside down

and making me realize

i am the issue.

i bring chaos wherever i go. my friends aren't truly my friends- simply a means to an end. i'm killing my parents with my mere exsistence. im decietful. devilish. deviant. manipulative. evil. 

"something's seriously wrong with you."

my stomach tightens again

threatening to release morning's breakfast.

i feel sick.

i feel like i need to die in order to preserve my family's peace.

and i'm fine with that.

i don't even care anymore.