I wear this fucking mask because you cannot handle me.

It's been years and months of turmoil from all of you. You beg to love me, you beg to fuck me- Now. What about months ago, when I was asking to be heard? When I was trying to talk, but you weren't giving a shit? Who's bleeding for who now? Now you can act like you care, when your cutting yourself with whatever dull knife you please. Now you can give two shits when you see me walking with strength and support in my body. Where were you then? You loved it when I could be walked upon, you absolutely adored it when I was scared, ashamed and dying. For so many years, my thoughts, ideas and dreams were suppressed by you. How could I ever let myself fall to that? I can see it now, in my old blogs, in my old stories. I've been dying to let out. Do you know what it's like to finally break free? Hahah, god, I feel so fucking amazing. I feel empowered, I feel ready to let everything out. Every desire, every bit of anger I have pent up- oh, there is no destroying me now. You're playing with the mind of the craziest kind.

jnssa stoma

Ps. Thank you.