Don't Stop

by Lauren Biel

I’m not a freak. I’m just different.

My looks aren’t what turn women away from me. I wish I was as ugly as I feel on the inside. It would make things a lot easier. I wouldn’t have to exist in a world where people pay attention to me until I talk or do something fucking weird.

Get up, bitch. Go. He’s going to kill the fuck out of you.

She’s fucking weird. And now this weirdo is in my car.

Jail may suck, but it might be better than relapsing more than today. But I’m a stubborn bitch, and I really wouldn’t look good in a jumpsuit again.

Why are men so fucked up?

I pass the desk as I go outside to do exactly what they told me not to, which is smoke a fucking cigarette. They can get over it. At least it’s not meth.

Tou-fucking-ché.

Like recognizes like.

He has no idea just how broken I am. How fucked up I am.

We’re a match made in hell and even the devil is blushing at what we’ve done. It’s fine.