Hate 

Hate 

I hate you, and I hate being alive. I hate that you make me hate being alive. I hate everything about you. I hate how you make me feel. I hate that you are gone. I hate your smile. I hate your friends. I hate that I can not make you happy anymore. I hate your front of disinterest. I hate your reserved demeanor. I hate that I am not over you. I hate your happiness. I hate that I doubt that you are really happy but will never ask. I hate that it has been a month without speaking. I hate being weak. I hate you for making me feel weak. FUCK YOU. 

Death by Bukkake

Death by Bukkake

In my ideal death, I will be a martyr for all hoes. Hoe in this context is not one to be seen as negative, but as a neutral term simply referring to those who engage in frivolous sexual activity or promiscuous behavior. Therefore, any negative connotation previously attached to the word hoe or attached to the view of sexual expression or said promiscuous behavior must be dismissed.

Continuing on with the thought of my ideal death, I will pursue my martyrdom. In the ideal death, I find myself surrounded by all the men of my past: ex boyfriends, ex boos, ex hookups, ex flings, etc. However, they are taking part in a distinct act which is viewed as relatively taboo—a circle jerk. While the men of my past all surround me in a communal act of masturbation, I sit in the center shrouded by white. Donning a sheer white veil and white teddy, I rest as they proceed. Upon climax, the men release cum on me masturbating endlessly until I am drowned in their ejaculate. My death is ultimately the result and I rise to the after life in a glow of liberation.