Sorry for the odd formatting on the last page. I thought I'd switch it up
a bit since that one's an article. with that said, let's move on to something else.
I... don't like myself. I am stuck with this... thing I am. I have bad thoughts.
I have gross, mean thoughts. I'm gross myself, too. Physically, mentally, everything.
I can cover myself in layers upon layers of paint, but I still remain the same...
thing underneath. It's not a human thing. It's not a boy or a girl. It's
nothing. A sad excuse for a creature. And most of the time, I can ignore it. But
sometimes I can hear it crying, and no matter how loud the music I listen to gets,
I can still hear it. The whining in my head. The pained cries of something that should
have never existed.