Dear me,

You’ll never read this and you’ll never do it but, ask for help.

don’t even know what help I need. Am I normal? Am I weird? I have no fucking scales to weight my shit against.

i love the idea that medical brain drugs can deal with my mind but the thought is too scary.

What if it shuts me up and calms me down but I’m not me any more.

What price would I pay? Answer be none. To be normal.

If being me was easy I wouldn’t be me.

FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK CUNTY FUCK FUCK FUCK TWAT WANK FUCK.

But it’s OK,

I pay this price but others benefit

You can’t give outside beauty if you’re giving it all inside.