So many
#HOT#GIRLS in the mall. You always see one or two old guys walking around with their hands in their pockets scoping out the girls--they're
#GROSS! I talked to a few of the girls and let them know how gross the old guys were and they agreed. They seemed to like me because the way I talk, I talk like them to let them know I'm cool. I try not to imagine certain things especially when these girls are like s_v_nteen or even s_xteen, so instead I have to imagine other things. I imagine getting into a head-on car
#CRASH and my whole body getting
#MASHED#UP until it is like a handful of pizza dough with
#SAUSAGE#CHUNKS. Just my whole body getting mashed into
#SMITHEREENS in about three seconds, such a fast and hard collision that it utterly destroys my whole physical being, because that's about has
#HARD and
#FAST as I'd ____ my ____ while thinking about these girls.
#PERFECT#PRINCESSES, untouchable princesses bounding forever through the green fields in my mind. I am strong because I need to be in order to protect them. I just want to
#PROTECT them never want to
#HURT them. If they don't want me too then I would have to hurt them though. I need someone to
#KILL#ME because I obviously don't have the courage to. A
#BULLET#IN#THE#BRAIN or maybe a couple
#ZIP-ties around my neck are in my future, that's for sure. I guess the reason I have such a low opinion of other people is because I have such a
#LOW#OPINION of myself. Subconsciously (I would never admit this out loud) I know that I am worse than a pile of dog food. I deserve to be stuffed in a
#PRISON cell with no air and be
#LEFT#TO#ROT until I'm just bones. Call me Just Bones Tace. JBT 4 Ever. Kill me kill me
#KILL#ME#KILL#ME