I too have lost a love and still wish to be with her. she loves me too, but says she just cant be with me. Just watched the movie and want to die. Anyone want to be Wilson and shoot me?
I have been saving the blood from cutting. I keep it in a glass vile then use it as ink later. I find it a little morbid but cool! What do you think?
Sitting here, all I really want to do is paint these walls red. Noth with the blood of mine enimies, but of the blood of myself. I want everyone to witness the blood, the pain, and my suffering. Let them try and wash the blood from these walls and their clothes.
Last night was interesting. All I could do was curse, maybe cry a little, and drink. I had a bottle of whiskey and it was going down like water. It was delicious and numbing. By the end of the bottle though, I was just getting more and more sad. I didn’t have any more alchohol to help me, so I broke the bottle. Pissed and crying I could think of anything to do. I took a long shard of glass and drug it across my skin. The blood flowed just like the whiskey. I was going down with the bottle this time.
Just one of those days…again. Chilling with my best friends, my razor and bottle of alcohol.
We all have felt the pain of this cruel world. Bullies, insensitive adults, ridiculing teachers, and so much more. This is a pain that seems to last forever. Truth is, it really does. I still can remember the pain I felt when I was bullied in elementary school. No matter how many cuts and bruises we take, we will never feel a relief. I love to feel the bite of any razor, and even cut over the same cuts over and over. Still though, over time the pain I recieve from these cuts dwindle more and more over time. My body now ridden with dozens […]