I know this feeling. I hate this feeling. This feeling is reminding me that people do not like the truth. That I will never truly be known by anyone. The truth is what makes me who I am. Chris proved that people will never love me for me. He has even offered reasonable thoughts that I will never be wanted for anything real and tangible. If you've looked at my body.. Do you like what you see? I don't, though it is all that is worth noticing. Do you want to know me? I am self distructiive on an almost pathological level because of this damn FEELING. I hate feeling. Do you want to know what I love? [edited] and knowning that all of this has to end. But maybe it won't. Because I DON'T CARE IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT! and I will never apologize for that.