I'm stuck. Stuck in a lot of sh*t. I'm stuck in this body. I'm stuck in this mind. I'm stuck in my past. I'm sick of being stuck. I hate it. And guys shouldn't be stuck anyway.
I miss my body. I miss my hair. I miss my piercings. I miss recognizing myself in the mirror. I'm not ME. I'm NOT ME. And I hate it. I just want to be ME. I'm not a girl. I don't like...girl parts. I mean, having them. They're uncomfortable. They're strange. They're not me. I hate not being me.
I miss my mind. Or, my part of the mind I guess. I miss when it was just me and Dal half the time, and the other half the time someone like Marie or Rebel would be with us. Sometimes it'd just be me; sometimes it'd just be me and someone like Marie; sometimes it'd just be dal and me; sometimes dal would just be with someone like rebel; now EVERYONE'S THERE ALL THE TIME. Marie, Valera, Rebel, Cassidy, and Dal. Well, sometimes Rebel disappears for some time, but otherwise everyone's there. all. the. f*#king. time. It's so different. And I don't really like it.
I relive my past over and over again. It follows me everywhere. I can't escape it. I come close when I smoke pot, but I have to smoke A LOT to actually chill out. I see things all the time. I have acid flashbacks a lot. I can't relax my muscles sometimes. I find memories replaying in my mind; it's like they're happening all over again. My heart will feel like it's going to explode. I'm in complete panic even if there's nothing currently wrong. (Unless I'm really high). Things move when they're not moving. I see cats, people, and cars where there are none. Things crawl on the walls. I hear voices I don't like and can't remember who they're from, but I recognize them. Male voices. Sometimes I hear my brother's voice when he's not talking. I get anxious. I fidget uncontrollably. (None of this happens in any sort of order, this is all just sh*t that happens to me). I can't ever get this sh*t to stop. I have nightmares of sh*t. Even if I'm really high, I still get hallucinations. They just don't freak me out as much and I stay calm. I just wish it would stop. I want it to stop.
I don't want to feel this way anymore.
I don't want to deal with this sh*t anymore.
I don't want to see or hear sh*t anymore.
I don't want to replay the past anymore.
I don't want to do this.
I don't want to do this.
I don't want to do this.
I won't dant to do this.
I don't want to suck it!!!!!!


I don't want this.
I don't want to do this.
I don't want to do this.
I don't want to do this.
I won't do this.
I won't do this.
I won't do this.
I won't.
I WON'T! BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO!
I just want it to stop.
I'm going to smoke some more.
-Damone