Listening to the music that I did when I cut, is like revisiting a dream you haven’t dreamnt. It seems so familiar, yet you aren’t sure it even happened becuz, well for whatever reason.
Clothes is the same thing.
And remembering cutting, is just so weird.
Its like someone was filming me but through my eyes, and I watch that movie. Not remember the memorie.
Anything cutting or depression related is like that.
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Hi SilentScreamer. Sorry for use your topic to ask a question and ask for a favor, but…
You know “Biscuit of Death”, right?
Well… He uploaded on megaupload some books few months ago and he is the only one who did this with the book: “Wataru Tsurumi – The Complete Manual of Suicide”.
I kind of need this book (it will help), but i can’t find anywhere, so…
So I thought that maybe you have it.. Do you?
Thank you and sorry. again.
No need to apoligize, its alright. Yes I know them but I am un-aware of any book. I am sorrt and I hope what ever you are going through gets resolved, in any way but suicide. Sorry I vouldnt help