the-dark-fairy

Father is only kidding.  He has to be.  It\'s so dark in the closet, he has to be kidding. When I was 5, I had a hamster.  His name was Pumpkin cause he had a little orange patch on his back.  He followed me everywhere.  Kids almost stepped on him at the park, and it made me mad.  It was like they couldn\'t see him, trudging in the sand. Father said he was a stupid pet.  Father said Pumpkin wasn\'t a real pet.  So he locked him in the closet and locked the door.  I tried to open it and I cried and Father hit me. I can\'t open the door to the closet. After five days, father said Pumpkin was dead.  I cried again and Father let me.  I got a

Reasons to Choose to Become Gay 1) To become rejected by society. 2) To have multiple groups against myself. 3) To raise risks of being physically harmed. 4) To raise risks of being mentally harmed. 5) To have less rights in the states. 6) To risk loosing family support. 7) To risk loosing friends. 8) To risk loosing chances at good jobs. 9) To get flamed for being a flamer. 10) To be a large target for rude jokes. 11) To be described as animals to others. 12) To be talked about as things among the law. 13) To raise my chance of being lead toward suicide. 14) To lose my chance at a rightful marriage. 15) To hide myself from eve

4-23-93 Yes, I'm fucking free and fucking happy, SUCKERS! This is going to be the last entry for my journal. My teacher finally announced today that we can end the journals anyway we want to. I'll just simply express my feelings towards this whole project: I HATE THIS FUCKING PROJECT. IT SHOULD FUCKING BURN IN HELL WITH THE REST OF SHITTY GODDAMN FUCKERS IN MY SCHOOL WHO WON'T STOP BITCHING AND CRYING ABOUT HOW BAD THEIR MAKE UP LOOKS OR HOW BAD THEIR FUCKING HAIR IS GOING TO BE. FUCK THIS FUCKING SHITTY JOURNAL!!! Ok, I feel better now. Now... How do you end an entry? I don't really want to reread my shit from earlier and I don't really f

She always intends to be the perfect girl. She always starts out as a perfect dream, trying to be everything her object of desire wants. In the first week alone she can drop six pounds and a cup size. Or not. She's made to order fast food. Cheap, easy and quick. And you can have her anyway you want. Special orders don't upset us. She knows you thought she was hot when her hair was straight. You'll never see a curled piece of hair touch her face again. At least for a while. You will never part her from her makeup. Her only wish is to look perfect. For you. She's willing to change the way she talks if it would make you love her more. At lea

So I walk in, sit down on that leather, rotten-plastic smelling chair, and I scrutinize this doctor. She's a wheat blond, the plain face of an intelligent woman, and she looks like the sort of lady that flosses every morning. A floppy body, she looks like she's getting a little chubby, her stomach slightly bulges from her ruffled light green blouse. Menopause will hit her hard. It's not that noticeable, but when you have a body obsession you tend to notice these things. She looks at me, and smiles all wide like she's so glad to have me here to bitch. "How are you Marieanne" "Fine" "Would you care for some peppermints?" She mentions toward