The Bitterness Disease

I am fully aware that the bitterness disease has got me. I don't feel much like doing anything about it. I want my friends and the dogs to go away. i want to be left alone. I don't want to share space or stuff or myself anymore.

I want hope. I want to feel good and i want to die. Because it looks form here like I will never feel better again. Like I was not only raped in my genitals but I was raped of my happiness and my optimism.

I want to destroy stuff and hit things and die.

I am bitter, so very bitter.

Why must life be so hard?

Why can't it be all peaches & cream?

03may03