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There is something growing in my stomach.
It has sharp teeth.
When I walk down the street and I see the people, all hand in hand, smiles on their faces, I can feel them.
The people do not have anything growing in their stomachs.
They do not feel the teeth.
I have heard of babies, have seen how the people dote on them.
This is not a baby, although it weighs me down like one.
I cannot understand the people, how the can love babies.
They are sticky and pink.
When I think these things what's in my stomach bites me.
The people say that you cannot be happy unless you are yourself.
I tried that. I was myself.
I did not like the way the people looked at me.
I did not like the feel of what's in my stomach biting me when I was myself.
I think I will stop being myself.
If I do, what's in my stomach may stop biting.
I was not myself.
The people did not understand what I said.
I did not like the way the people looked at me.
They laugh to one another but I cannot laugh with them.
What's in m stomach laughs with them.
I cannot be myself.
I cannot not be myself.
I can only be nothing.
It has sharp teeth.
When I walk down the street and I see the people, all hand in hand, smiles on their faces, I can feel them.
The people do not have anything growing in their stomachs.
They do not feel the teeth.
I have heard of babies, have seen how the people dote on them.
This is not a baby, although it weighs me down like one.
I cannot understand the people, how the can love babies.
They are sticky and pink.
When I think these things what's in my stomach bites me.
The people say that you cannot be happy unless you are yourself.
I tried that. I was myself.
I did not like the way the people looked at me.
I did not like the feel of what's in my stomach biting me when I was myself.
I think I will stop being myself.
If I do, what's in my stomach may stop biting.
I was not myself.
The people did not understand what I said.
I did not like the way the people looked at me.
They laugh to one another but I cannot laugh with them.
What's in m stomach laughs with them.
I cannot be myself.
I cannot not be myself.
I can only be nothing.
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I am feeling very sad today and this feeling has been growing exponentially. I am also feeling a bit sick. I am tired of being on the outside of my peers, looking in at them have a good time. I need to straighten my hair, stop wearing ties, put on some sweatpants, giggle, spread rumors, and get thin. There is only one of those things I want to do, but these days I'm finding it hard to get motivated to work out. My boyfriend has been here for two days but I want him to come back. As a webcomic I like once said, "Go away, I want to feel pathetic in solitude. But first, I really need a hug." I think that describes me quite well.
I may illustrate this later.
I may illustrate this later.
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