Unfortunately I won’t die from this. I’ve never cut myself purposely, at least I don’t think so. But tonight as I was holding the knife it just came over me. With all my might I stabbed myself in the wrist. Can’t remember what I was thinking… or if I was thinking anything at all.
At first there was nothing. Then it came flowing out. All the little red blood cells making their escape from the miserable prison.
Soon, very soon, I won’t just be playing around. The impulses are getting stronger, more violent. I was supposed to die 2 years ago when she died. Since then I’ve […]