Faith no more

Feminism is my faith. It is the only set of values that make me believe in salvation for a person like me. Last night when she made fun of me and my feminism I fantasised about slitting horizontally my wrists, right first, then clumsily left. I bled in the muted white bath tub, I massacred it an outspoken red. If I got no blood on the carpet there would be no need to cry.

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