E-GIRLS WILL INHERIT THE WORLD
I hate poetry I think its pretentious and boring This isn’t poetry Im not an artist because I write things Im an artist because im a narcissist with a denim jacket and I quit cbt
I wrote these the week of valentines 2019 when I was thinking about love and attraction and beauty and my thoughts were racing and I was on an ego trip and my therapy appointment got canceled so they just kept racing
a boy told me im cuter when I cry than I am normally and ive been thinking abt it a lot
boys like to fetishize my pain because im a dyke and they cant grasp that girls pain doesn’t center around boys
boys think its hot that im on Lexapro and that im scared all the time and im underweight and I dont drink water and I got detention and I'm mean and I quit therapy and im apathetic and I talk bad abt other girls and I feel guilty for talking bad abt other girls and I don’t like broccoli and I kiss girls and I cry and boys are like yeah that’s cute that’s sexy I like that but also have you considered growing your hair out I think you’d look really pretty with long hair
I want to shave my head and be a big bald baby I want to get wedges put in my feet I want my ears and nose removed I want my head to cave in on top I want rows of teeth that go back to my throat I want a dlck that hangs down to my knees I want ten fingers on each hand I want real life anime eyes I want tits that are concave I want massive hairy hobbit feet I want to have a clown nose I want no belly button I want to be a eunuch I want no one to look at me ever again because I look so ugly and fake that their eyes will burn
I’M JUST ANOTHER
WHITE KID WITH ADHD
Is my suffering cute? Is it sexy? Is my pain attractive? Am I cute when I cry? I hope when I die and people see me in my casket they think im hot. When people see me cry in class I hope
they think im a sexy tortured artist. I'm like those black and white gifs of girls smoking and crying except I don’t smoke. If my pain is artistic than I have a reason to
hurt otherwise im just a stupid sad girl. Im a walking art exhibition on teen angst.
I don’t have big dlck energy i have dlck out energy my whole dlck is out for the whole world to see because i can’t keep anything to myself because i need attention because i want people to see the most real and genuine person they’ve ever seen in me but nothing about me feels genuine i’m a tv trope i’m a self insert mary sue in a 12 year old girls watt pad fanfic the dick i have out isn’t even mine like whose dlck even is this why am i waving it around
i gorge myself on sappy gay romcoms and vintage porn hoping it’ll make up for the fact that i’ve never touched another person hoping people can’t look at me and tell that i have no idea what intimacy feels like why am i jealous of all my girl friends who have had sex when they’ve all had traumatic sexual experiences as well why does sex as a girl have to hurt why does having sex hurt why does not having sex hurt why does wanting sex hurt why does not wanting sex hurt why does masturbating make me feel sick why can’t i make myself c*m i ask what being in love feels like and everyone tells me it’s horrible and painful and not worth it and i think abt how i’ve never been in love and i’ve never had sex and i’ve barely had a real relationship why do i feel like a toddler stuck in the shell of an almostwoman why do i feel so lacking why am i deprived of the pain that is a woman’s right of passage why do i barely feel like a woman why do i hardly feel like a girl
I CALL MYSELF
AN ARTIST BUT I CANT EVEN
PLAY GUITAR?
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