Call this Catharsis if you want (I'm sorry)

I want to be the
perfect person.

Love everyone,
hurt no one

No harm, no crime.

Dirty
Evil
Stained
Broken
Rejected

I hurt for the lonely ones.

We cry with the voice that
you never hear

Hating ourselves for the inner
things-

Call me lover-
call me brother
call me sister-
call me child.

Call me bitch-
call me whore
call me slut-
Call me disgusting.

I will stand.
I will fight.

Tears in my eyes
my heart hurts
deep inside.

*Scream*

I am in Hell.

I am me.

I will survive.

Imperfect and bleeding-
Scarred and broken-
can still be beautiful-
if you look with open
eyes.

Bridge to Terabithia still makes me snot-cry

Bridge to Terabithia has always been one of my favorite books, ever since I first read it. I think I was about 7. I bought the book when I was in Books-a-Million one time. Every time I read it, I still cry. I'm talking red-faced, snot-nosed, blow- your- nose- with-three-Kleenexes type bawling. I know what's going to happen, and yet, I still read the book. Clearly, part of me obviously enjoys this. I must have a larger streak of masochism than I realized.