She tells me she is crazy

She wants to make me fear her, fear what she will do to me if I do what?

I care about none of this.

hahahahahhahahhahahhahahahhahhahahhahhahahhahahha

I don’t think she knows what the word insanity means, I exist in your bad dreams, I am everything that is just frightening enough to make you go away, so I can stay forever alone, alone, alone, by myself in my own HELL.

I am digital re-touch

I am nightmares never dreams

I am finding self-loathing in everything

Because I am oh, so good at bad dreams

You are screaming at me, and I am seeing this, such a tragic reaction my mind has to the rage of others, making it impossible to hear anything they are saying…

You have no power over me, I live in HELL, you are all bad dreams, meaning nothing, because neither do I

You think you can make me cry.

Oh, so sad.. I have something in my eye… I

don’t cry for anyone anymore, my entire life is garbage on the floor of HELL

You don’t like me, leave then, don’t care, just as well, not changing for anyone, never again. I can be my own best friend, you think I need you.

I need nothing, I would rather die than live in your reality of soul sucking.

GO TO HELL or actually, don’t that’s where I live, and you deserve

soooooooo much better…………

I see you, but I do not, I just know that your hate for me is something I don’t give TWO ***** about.

and I don’t like being burned so I go here, to my own perpetual land of jeer, of making fun of everything around, including me, and ignoring sound,

You hate me do you, do you really? I see it on you ****ing clearly, I don’t know what it was I said, silly girl, wishing I was dead, you can’t kill me with your words. I can’t even kill myself with myself with my ****ing hands, and believe me I have tried.

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Something set me off, and now I am insane, I am searching for a cause, but there is not one, not that I know of, because it was something small, that should not cause fear at all, but you sick my mind is thick with sickness, un-perceived by me, so I have to do this sometimes, write about

NOTHING, unpacking misery stuffed into a soul filled with everything and

NOTHING
I am you, I hate everything you do, you are stupid too, you do nothing right, you are a sick loser, in perpetually fight, hiding in dark night.

STOP IT **** it.

Please stop it? Please?

If I get on my knees, will you stop it?

I like it when you..

**** you.

**** you. **** you. **** you. I am not listening anymore. I am not listening to you, because you are not real. I am a human being with feelings that are real.

YOU ARE PATHETIC.

YOU are pathetic, you are not me, speak for yourself buddy, not mine.

I am done with you.

Good, I tricked you, it worked.

End. Meditation.

Better?

Kind of.

Meditations death of resentment.

I am the idea of own.

I am my own soul.

I am the one who digs hole.

I am the one who makes whole.

I have no legs so I can’t stand.

It’s just attacking itself now.

I know.