I’m am selling my life away to live so ugly I can’t even do sex work anymore I am old and so brittle I have no more options there is no life line to be held. If this is what 990 looks like it’s fine I’d rather be a rain girl or a street cunt I fucking hate this place it’s gorgeous how no one will help no amount of love or past passions will allot care in someone’s heart. If you aren’t visceral here and now it’s never happened. I am laying under a treee and n 6 and A it’s not a park this sidewalk fits. I am training myself to commit to what I owe myself. Stark clipped arms that can’t pick up anything let alone a job or joy. I am here and this is me the final level. I do blame the world for not giving me an ounce of care for being raped for never letting me wash dishes for a check I thought people liked me broken. No one likes me any which way I am not a thought I am never remembered. No one will let you work not because you’re neglected faggot Michelle no one will let you work because you’re a ghost who is never thought about you don’t exist in anyone’s mind drift away beautiful girl this world isn’t for me it’s ugly.