I can’t help but repeatedly imagine slowly sawing my face off with a broken bathroom razor. I have felt so disgusting lately. Every time I look in the mirror I can see myself picking up a dull razor and pushing it into my disgusting face and hacking away at the mess.
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image the connective muscles holding up your jaw being severed by the knife in your hand, how far across your jaw could you cut
I know, I know – that’s why it’s a fantasy. However, last year I become obsessed with the idea of mutilating my face so that my insides would match my insides. I think that’s a little more achievable, but I don’t know how to go about it. To cut, to burn… I don’t know.
Leif, I like you.
I like you too, stranger.