August 29, 2002
Right now
Right now I feel as though every emotion within me is tearing at my innards. Cutting and shredding, ripping and tearing. Working it�s way through layers of muscle and tissue in some desperate yet vain attempt at freedom.
Right now I feel like screaming. Screaming long and loud until my voice grows hoarse and finally disappears.
Right now I feel like crying. Crying streams and rivers of salty tears.
Right now I feel drinking. Drinking and drinking until my stomach and liver can handle no more and I�m left lying in a pool of my own vomit. Not conscious enough to care.
Why? Because that would be better than this.
Addition 1:28 p.m.
I just checked my stats and I�ve gotten three hits today from people who did google searches for "horney little girls" and "night clubs for horny little girls." ugh.
11:52 a.m.