im so scared.

I don't feel normal I'm not normal I look wrong everything is wrong I don't think I'm even a man by this point I hate this I hate everyone at work I don't care about even saying that for Millie I'm tired of hearing his voice I swear to God I'm going to fucking choke myself out with a greasy rag while smoking myself to death I'd rather see their shocked faces then to hear everything anymore I'd even rather Millie to break the fuck down worse then him and his weird best friends passing but he should have noticed sooner that I'm feeling this way.