Sometimes I wish I could physically cut off the part of me which came from you. I detest your being and yet I cannot hate it.
Maybe if I do cut off that part I'd have to cut off the other part aswell. So that I won't be related to neither of you by blood, by dna or by my soul.
I wonder what I'd get if I dissected whatever that would be left of me. Or maybe if I took my dna and dissected the parts that came from both of you, I'd find myself non existent. I'm not made of anything but then again I'm made from everything. A waste of stardust as I'd put it.
I don't want to be over here anymore.











