me.
me at 10: why have i not died?
he keeps touching me and sometimes it hurts but sometimes it feels good. i can’t tell you though because you don’t believe me anyway. if i tell you, you will think i am lying. you always think i’m lying.
maybe i have aids. i remember hearing it on the radio. it kills people.
i want to die right now because i might have aids and so hopefully i don’t have to suffer a long time.
when he puts his thing in me, maybe this time i will get the aids. and then i will be able to be in heaven and not have to think about 