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2022-06-07 13:01:21 (UTC)


yeah youre the one i want
call me baby call me baby

it's tragic, I feel. That I cannot, will not, ever be perceived how purely as the way I feel. My feelings will never be what I embody. It'll always be translated through this body. Always be filtered through these disgusting expressions by this face. It makes me want to rip it all off of me, the gunk that it is, covering my entire form. I wish I weren't physical in such a way. I wish I were here in essence. Glowing and formless. Just a blob. A transparent humanoid figure. Oh how I wish I could just discard this body. I didn't ask for it. I didn't ask to make these faces that disgust me like so. Didn't ask to look like this at this age, there's no telling what I'll look like when I get older.
I don't anticipate it. I dread it. I don't want to find out.
I wish I didn't feel ugly from my toes to the top of my head.


I want escape.

Sir died, I cried, you crode too, we all crew.

What I'm realizing is that it doesn't matter what specific features of my body changes
heck I could gain a whole new body and I would still how I look in
I love living, but I hate myself translated through any sort of skin suit I could have, not with makeup, not with style, not with other people
quite the predicament to be trapped in for years
I dont like being human.