I scare people, they don't wanna hear it. They dont want to know, even if they ask. I'll never see you again and it won't mean anything to you but I'm going to be missing you for months. Or not at all. It's hard to say, because my humanity is just a bet. I feel everything violently or not at all with no in between. Get away while you can, because I only ever cry for myself, it's all about me, I deserve the best, the most, all. I love myself to diefication and yet somehow still violently hate myself. I'm a hedonist that doesn't deserve to eat. My hands and wrists are bony and I look at them with their bracelets and rings and I hate that I have a human form because it's all i will ever truly care about. ME, ME, ME, ME. I don't love myself back.