I don’t understand cutting. Honestly I never have. I love knives, and own a lot of them. I own a gun and never get to shoot it. I have no release for the pain I feel. It just bottles up. I don’t have a breaking point. I’ve lived long enough to never really reach it. I rarely cry. Its got to be really bad to cry. There just is no relief. Sometimes I will drive and my heart will hurt so bad I dream of crashing into a parked car to take away the pain. But I keep on driving, perfectly.
I don’t know how many […]