You Can Only Move As Fast As Who's In Front Of You.

Once I get past the sick feeling, I don't need food. I don't fucking diserve it. I'm a piece of shit who stands here, accepting this abuse. Ignorant bliss. When it's good, it's amazing. And when it's bad, I want to kill myself. I want to punish myself. I promised I wouldn't cut myself. And I'm going to stick to that. But there's no rule against starving myself.

Fuck you, world.
Fuck you, ignorance.
Fuck you, tolerance.
Fuck you, abuse.
Fuck you, punishments.
Fuck you, world.
Fuck you, life.