Can you hear it coming?

I hate hate hate myself. My weight, my looks, my eyes, my nose, the way I smile, my eyebrows, my legs, the way I stand, how I talk, the way I get looked at, the way I walk. How I'm never pretty enough, how I'm never loved long enough, by the right person or in the right way. How my body breaks down at the slightest pin prick. How I break down at the slightest emotional trauma. How I'm bottling everything, how I can't seem to cry, how I can't look in the mirror without tears in my eyes. How fucking emo I've been lately. How no matter how individual I get the more I seem to be slapped a label on. How big my feet are, or that I never have enough laundry, or that my room is never clean.

Fuck all this. Fuck love, fuck war, fuck materialistic quotes from teen magazines, fuck nail polish and gossip. Fuck shoelaces and sharpie markers, fuck hippies, fuck bald people, fuck baggy jeans, fuck straight people, fuck rednecks, fuck Boston accents, fuck newborn babies, fuck Salem, fuck name brand clothes, fuck piercings, fuck hXc, fuck straight edges, fuck rating communities, fuck sex, fuck masturbation, fuck pleasure, fuck kisses, fuck hugs, fuck it.
Don't fucking touch me.
Fuck lies for all my life. Fuck me. Fuck things I've created and done. Fuck over-medicated dads, fuck fathers, fuck mothers who fuck things up, fuck scabs, fuck cutters, fuck binges, fuck food, fuck eating, fuck dieting, fuck living, fuck wanting to die, fuck ripped jeans and duct tape, fuck journal comments, fuck photography, fuck journals, fuck blank notebook paper, fuck writers block, fuck science class, fuck the weird looks I get when I walk down the hall crying, fuck liars who tell me they'll love me forever, or even fucking like me, fuck fights on the phone or online, fuck screaming, fuck chain fences, fuck nosy friends, fuck friends who think they understand, fuck singles, fuck romance, fuck teachers, fuck black ink, fuck chains, fuck techno, fuck Evan.
Fuck guys who lead me on, fuck guys with black hair, fuck spiked hair, fuck slipknot, fuck lipstick, fuck tweezers, fuck goats, fuck lace, fuck pretty things, fuck posters, fuck plaid, fuck swimming, fuck bleach, fuck smiles, fuck crying, fuck laugh lines, fuck blemishes, fuck stretch marks, fuck skipped periods, fuck pregnancy, fuck imperfectness, fuck dogs who love me, fuck pink fonts, fuck soap operas, fuck sunflower seeds, fuck sophomores who can't be there, fuck stuffed egg-rabbits, fuck The Ruins, fuck chinese food, fuck taking pictures at the mall, fuck prom, fuck music, fuck football, fuck theaters, fuck mental illness, fuck zines, fuck the news, fuck patches, fuck popcorn, fuck Wendys, fuck horror, fuck alcoholism, fuck AIM, fuck talking to anyone who cares, fuck dark and light "sides" of people, fuck boyfriends who pretend to care then leave you for people who don't care about them or know them, fuck maine, fuck mass, fuck plans, fuck marriage, fuck church, fuck god, fuck "palettes" in the floor, fuck guitars, fuck television, fuck birthday presents, fuck gifts that are taken back, fuck books, fuck literature, fuck writing, fuck the internet, fuck her. Fuck the moon and the stars and everything, fuck you, fuck hate, fuck skin tones, fuck vermillion, fuck neon signs, fuck new york, fuck florida, fuck apartments, fuck ramen, fuck silent hill, fuck legs, fuck blonds, fuck highlights, fuck spikes, fuck meat, fuck... fuck... fuck..

are you ready for the breakdown?