Diary Entry #1

Humans leave off a distasteful sense of flavor on my tongue. 

The word itself and the embodiments make me sick to my stomach: walking bags of flesh stuffed to the brim with everything—bones, tendons, zits, sweat, mucus, blood, and goo, with beating hearts that beat, lungs that shudder, bladders filled with warm urine...

How gross.

Humans are gross.

Just thinking about all of these makes me want to dig my fingersnails into the rake of my skin, sink the very tip of my nails into the muscles and tendons inside my skin, and just dig it all out, lacerate myself until I am no longer.

But I bet that would look gross too, vile and inhumane.

I should pluck out my eyeballs first, let the blood blur my vision, gouge it out and let my blood fall down to the porcelain white tiles.