every time i ask for questions i get this. jokes about shaking.when ever im asked questions its always ‘’how much longer do you think youll live? ‘’
stop looking at me like a walking corpse. stop looking at me like some thing fucking pitiful.
i fought since i could drag my self out of the house. i fought for a reason. since i could hold a knife i put my claws in to the family and i TORE. i gave my SELF some thing to be. and evven when i fuckked up and i had to learn better i have survived
and i survived a lone. for so much of this way. and
and i fight every day in this stupid.fucking pit and i try what i can to give what i can and push it through DONT just give up be cause you have reason for fighting and.
i keep my violence down i keep my eyes open i listen.i keep more than you could know. contained. and ts hard. and its HARD. and i tend hundreds.hundreds of my children and i have been. to so many places and i have dirtied my hands in mistakes and then again.and again and i have done things i never wanted.just to get closer to where i need
DONT look at me like im SOME FUCKING JOKE A BOUT STUTTERING. dont think im some limp piece of meat strung up from the ceiling