All you do girl is simply moan. Moan so much you might as well be compared to a moaning myrtle, better yet you could probably play her part so much better. Moan, Moan, Moan, it’s all you do. Don’t you get tired of constantly moaning about every little thing. Turning everything into one giant negative moan. Blah, see even I’m getting tired of repeating the word moan. God woman you moan too much. Start moaning about something good in your life. It’s not like your hard done by. But got Girl you go around moaning so much you come across as someone who is so hard so done by. Like the people who have to scrounge for food, wait they probably don’t even moan as much as you do. You huff and sigh, so much I worry that you might blow someone’s house down. Wait all your moaning takes away my worry. You act like you’re hard done by, you have everything you could possibly need and want. You have endless supplies of opportunities and experiences. The only person you can be mad at for feeling like your hard done by, is simply yourself.

Drown yourself within your sorrows, take your harden heart and fill your lungs with smoke. Puff until you feel the burn in your lungs. Girl do you feel the burn, feel the fire starting behind that one pull? Inhale until all you focus on is that one breathe that’s now become intoxicated with a dirty smell.

Better yet pleasure yourself with the delights of food. See how much you can shove into that mouth of yours. Make your cheeks swell with fatness, feel the added pounds on those already curvy hips. Do you feel the added extra? Is the food still yummy, when it actually does nothing for you? Not to even fill the whole of that one giant moaning gap in your heart. Continue to start at your reflection, yes you do indeed look different to the last time you looked, which was five minutes ago. So obsessed with staring at your belly, yet you do nothing to change it. Well yeah fine you do exercise, but lets face it the exercise you do isn’t enough to shift you weight. You know full well what needs to be done, which exercises to do, to tone that flab. But you don’t do it, and then you feel those swelling cheeks with the undelightful food that you consume. Then you ask yourself the most stupidest thing, why aren’t I slim?

Dirty the mind that’s already dark. Images of flesh. Thoughts of intoxicating yourself in pleasure, Use the means of sex to help get rid of the feeling of emptiness. Yet when you have the opportunity to feel something, you never let go, stiff as a cardboard because you simply don’t want to let someone in. Yet they are already in. Thoughts grow boulder, you need the feel of contact yet to do so, you have to converse, you have to get to know someone and they have to get to know you. Yet you have no intention of letting someone in, because your walls are too high. No pleasure for you then, No letting go of that built up feeling.

Self destroy in 1,2,3.

Kill yourself with the endless poisons of the world.


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