There's no point of going home anymore.
I'm probably not welcome and I doubt there's a 'home' to go back to. I doubt there's a loving family waiting for someone like me. And I doubt that my s-Chrissie'll ever forgive me. She probably hates me almost as much as I hate myself.
That's usually how things are.
No one can hate you more than you can hate yourself. And no one'll love someone like me. This horrid,inhuman beast. I'm not fit to go back to where the 'normal' people of society are. Not fit for most the things in life.
It's my fault really. Should have just died a long ass time ago like most of the 'dolls' that bitch makes. How I survived this long is a wonder. But I guess she just made me a bit tougher than most. Well maybe not tougher but a bit better in comparison to the others. Cuz if anything,I'm not tough. Nor brave. Nor smart. Nor am I fit to live anymore.
After all this. I'm going to get a knife and go find that beast again. I doubt I'm going to kill it. Its so much bigger than I am and has more arms. But at least I'll go down fighting.
To my family..if any of you ever read this. I love you all.
To my friends. I'm so sorry for not being good enough.
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