Sin

April 12th, 2009

Ida Loon,

I asked you out today. You stared at me like I was a complete loser. It made me feel so weird, but in a good way. It was like I loved seeing you stare at me like a freak.

I really liked that look in your eyes. I really liked when you rejected me. I want you to do that forever. I want you to stare at me like I'm a monster.

What if, just maybe, I stole your eyes right from your face and made you stare at me forever with that disgusted look? What if I just stole you away? Made you stare at me in disgust forever?

Do you think you'd like that? I'd let you slap me around. I'd let you kick me and scratch me and bite. Oh Ida, Oh Ida, bite me and make me bleed. I just want to make you that upset Ida.

You know Ida, I don't even think I love you, or like you. You're pretty, and smart, but you're trash. You throw yourself at guys that look like marble statues incarnate. I bet your pussy is stretched like a porn star's by now, and you're only fourteen.

I wouldn't mind getting a look at that. Maybe your pussy's so stretched that I could look up into it and see right into your uterus.
That's crazy. That's too dramatic. You're just a slut Ida, not a miracle of science. You're the furthest thing from a miracle.

I just want you to look at me with hatred.
I want to see you bleed like you make me bleed.

Could you do that Ida?

Thing.