FlamieKitten

I am cold and alone and this place is new and I do not understand and how do I live and what do I do... I was born into a world so unaware of its own existence, that they despise even the idea of my being. I am hideous. I am hated. I am desperate. I want to survive, and I want to develop. But my mere appearance pushes everyone away. Why can I not be approached? Why must I remain alone? Why do they think themselves superior? My creator. I must find him. He can answer my questions; respect my desire to learn. But no- He pushed me away... he left me to die. Even he, the one responsible for bringing me into reality, left me alone. The n

I'm the girl who inhaled the world. Lucid dreaming backwards, kicking rocks Skipping rocks, stacking boulders Building the earth's womb, I planted dreams. The pyramids; triangle hips, sleep apnea; her postmortem floods and quakes Nine months later, I placed pennies over her eyes, Inhaled. Exhaled- And heaved out mounds of soil, wet vines, Some dark, cavernous underground.   My ribs choked and packed Creation. My temper split Pangaea And by Sunday I had left Earth to live with the Cats.

Don't you tell me what suffering is. -you don't know this pain- :( I'm sick of all this SHIT Because  +we+  don't DeSeRvE it                    okay? Nooo Mooore Baaad Neeews. Don't wanna deal with it right now. (or ever) Please Please Please Just let it be okay~ FIXED/AVERTED/DIMINISHED/TREATED/MINIMIZED/DESTROYED Away with it all... There's no   :pretending:   and there's no   ;hiding; Just dealing ...again and again and again and again and again and again and again