Del Toledo must be destroyed.


Not feeling too good about myself lately.

when i tell you “no” over and over and over and (etc.)

when i stick my palms into your face, trying to push you away,

when my entire body stiffens and tenses,

when i kick you in the stomach and say stop,

i hope i’m being clear enough that i don’t want this.

but oh. i guess not. Sorry. My fault.