i am the forsaken of all.
i am abandoned by everyone.
at least marilyn manson cares for me, and has a definite interest in my wellbeing.
he never told me that, but i assume this is the case.
i mean, since everyone has disowned me and i'm not worth loving, he must love me, right?
even though he's just some guy.
some guy who goes on about stuff.
stuff i dont understand, to be more specific.
he and i are in the same boat, since we had terrible childhoods.
childhoods of the devil, you might say.
as a result of all these factors, i think i want to marry him.
a lot.
and have his spawn.
i have all his posters, and i know he has all of mine, because he loves me.
like jesus would, if he hadn't rejected me and condemned me to an existence of hell-like proportions, and an afterlife of even more hell.
at least i assume he did, since that's what i heard somewhere once.
oh, the pain. THE MISERY.
THE TORMENT.