Transcribed
Mar 22, 2008 - 17:06 PM PST
I am hating myself today.
I hate these words,
these fingers, as I write -
these hands and arms.
These thoughts.
I hate that I am a coward
a traitor
a liar
a theif of self.
Me, with ugly
fatty
flakey
temorary
skin -
a shell of a person.
Today has been a hard day.
A missing day.
A sad day.