Handcuffs for the unhappy, just another vent...

[buryme_withit]

And she swore she'd never do those things. But here she is now, lacking the tiniest morsel of food in her feeble,unmotivated body. Passing lights of a desperate night glow in the shiny glaze worn by her eyes. Headphones on, emotions are amplified by eight dollar white wine, mouth of the bottle lodged in her sickly throat. The sight of pain is

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[kittenkissies]

Were they soft handcuffs?
How did it feel to feel helpless at that time?

[buryme_withit]

full out, heavy, bruising cuffs. personally, i found them kinda painful, which could be pathetic.

[kittenkissies]

I think that is extreme, but hey, welcome to the world of 21st century American medicine.
How are you now?

[buryme_withit]

Oh I'm just fucking fantastic

[kittenkissies]

btw, really captivating writing. I hope all this did not take place, merely for the anecdotal qualities.
I have the feeling your imagination is fine...extreme experience will be superfluous for you.

Also, please don't off yourself or anything like that...you are really pretty, and talented, and just plain original. *shakes your shoulders slightly and gently*

[buryme_withit]

no imagination. not everything is about attention, im in a really fucking bitter mood.

[buryme_withit]

and I never had any intention of killing myself