I'm Too Careless. I Don't Put Out

I Didn't Like Anybody In That School. I Think They Knew That. I Think That's Why They Disliked Me. I Didn't Like The Way They Walked Or Looked Or Talked, But I Didn't Like My Mother Or Father Either. I Still Had The Feeling Of Being Surrounded By White Empty Space. There Was Always A Slight Nausea In My Stomach.

I Often Stood In Front Of The Mirror Alone, Wondering How Ugly A Person Could Get.

Some People Have Written That My Writing Has Helped Them Go On. It Has Helped Me Too. The Writing, The Roses, The 9 Cats.

Sexual Intercourse Is Kicking Death In The Ass While Singing.

Are You Becoming What You've Always Hated?