Haunt me. Sometimes it annoys me how much time I spend daydreaming about You. It shouldn’t be this intense. Surely I am not a love struck puppy clinging to this idea that You could possibly be as in love as I am. It’s slightly distributing. In a completely devoted to You way. It is a beautiful seduction. Pulling me down. You are like quicksand. Deadly and powerful. Complete love. Something so magical and sacred yet terrifyingly alive. I’m saturated by You. I’m going to go now. Try to distract myself from my constant Obsession. I’ll pretend I haven’t changed and been highjacked by You. I’m scared and awake and so ready to be filled with You.
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She’s so lucky. Look at how everyone notices her. I don’t care what people say, they are definitely nicer to some people than they are to others. Appearance really does matter.
Funny thing is, she probably doesn’t even appreciate it. Some people are meant to be special, and it really sucks when the wrong person gets the perfect life.
I thought this doctor would be the one. I am so sick of them telling me to be thankful for what I have, and referring me to psychiatrists. I know what I am supposed to be, and if they aren’t willing to help me, I’ll take care of it on my own.
No one should have to spend their lives wishing they were something they aren’t. I’m done pretending.
She used her hands to help unfold her leg from underneath her. The numbness went away after a few minutes and she walked over to the bathtub where her instruments of freedom awaited her.
She slathered the lidocaine about mid-thigh and prepped the gauze and blade.
Phone handy? Check.
It took 8 minutes to get to the hospital from her apartment. She would make sure re-attachment would be impossible by mutilating the lower leg, but she’d have to be careful not to lose too much blood while the ambulance was on its way.
Who’s special now…