Sometimes my feminine organs disgust me so. Like I was born to procreate and fill the world with little people born to suffer because of my seed. How pathetic.
I will never have children. Sometimes I fantasies about knifing myself in my vagina to destroy my ability to bear child. I never asked for a womb. Pregnant bellies disgust me. They remind me of the shallow ties to hollow marriages, ties to the nurturing of something you may grow to despise. How I loathe it.
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