muninsong | (no subject)

You know, I don't really care what people think of me. I haven't for a LONG time. They can call me fat, or stupid, or ugly, and I don't care. They're all right in many ways, and I've been raised that everyone's entitled to their own opinion. So I let them talk and say what they want, and it's all fine. I'm not saying it doesn't hurt, but come one, I'm a tough old bitch, so what's a little pain to me?

Well, some things cause more than a little hurt.

I hate him. I hate him llike I've never hated someone in the past.

I usually don't cry when people talk about me, but when he does, for some odd fucking reason, I can't stop. This pain burns in my chest and makes me want to do anything to stop it.

Piper's the only reason I don't. She's the only thing that keeps me here.

I can't take this. Not much longer. Something's about to break.