cute!

"the thought crumples me to the floor. I melt into the carpet and dry, creating sharp ridges for all who pass. Stuck in time, submissive to the elements. That is the foundation of who I have developed to be"

"to be oneself is to rebel against the status quo. we are all unique in our interests and our lust for different aspects of life. we must fight for our freedom to be who we are. we must rage. but how can we when we are placed against all odds? when we have never been in less control?"

"I grab a needle tipped with hootch and stab it through my eye. In retaliation, the world shocks my brain, bringing it into submission like a kicked puppy. a good boy must do what is right. a good boy must do tricks for spectators."

"I lay, frozen, unable to speak. My vocal chords have been torn away and fed to dogs. My arm is mangled by electric saws that create ink. Each part of my body dedicates itself to a piece of flesh that has been stripped away by an unforgiving world."

there's something here i just know it