Angerfest or Pity-Party?

You needy little bitch. What gives you the right to ask anyone for anything, just shut up and stop being so damn needy. That’s what is driving everyone away, no one can put up with your clinginess! I hate this part of myself, if I could just get my hands around it I would shake the shit out of it!! It’s your fault that the rest of us gets hurt. It’s your fault that we end up latched onto dumb fuck who says hello gets latched onto because you "feel something" different ~ well “feel this” bitch. Nobody wants you for anything more than something to assist with getting their rocks off! And you can’t even do that most of the times. That is your only purpose and only thing you bring to the table. That’s why this keeps happening! If it was once or twice, sure it could be a bad selection but when it’s all the fucking time – you stupid bitch! A hundred guys can’t be wrong.

Stupid! Stupid! Stuipid! How could you be so stupid? We have been through this a hundred times. Why won’t you listen to us? This is why you were locked up to start with! We tuck you away to keep you safe, yet we know you can’t stay hidden forever. Maybe it isn’t time to bring you back out, to give you a voice… You are to vulnerable and still carry to much pain… maybe the time won’t ever be right. Maybe some parts of us should always be silenced.

How can you complain that you are hurt? How can you say that you are still in pain? You can’t be that naïve! Shake it off already!! If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay on the porch you whining needy attention-desperate slut!

Oh honey, I don’t really mean it. I don’t hate this part of myself… I just don’t know how to control it. Your tears are too many to wipe; we don’t know what to do with you. We are all drowning in your pain and no of us know how to soothe you.

Maybe this blog was a bad idea.