So open me up and take out my fucking heart and put it in a box and lock it away. And i hope it fucking beats reallyfuckingfast all night and keeps your conscience turning. Today has been sad. I saw a little girl with a hand mark bruised into the side of her face. I saw her sister with scratches on the backs of her legs. I saw the mother with swelling under her eyes. [All of my scars. You held the knife] I got stoned on the bus journey home from college and then i fell asleep in my bed and he crept under the covers and bit me all over and then he fucked me. he fucked his own child. It just seemed so much worse tonight. I cant explain it. There was so much more anger and so much more rage. Chelsea we will defeat our parents! My mother just came down the stairs smacked me a few times and screamed at me that i better not get blood on her white table cloth. So i did and al over the wood and some on the white fire place. Yes. Go fucking die you whore.