Comments | messedupdreamer: Its been a while, since ive seen your face, but i can still rememeber just they way u taste.

messedupdreamer

Its been a while, since ive seen your face, but i can still rememeber just they way u taste.

Feb 24, 2005 14:32

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brandon15a February 24 2005, 21:46:46 UTC

Hmm. That is a lot. Glad to see you finally updated. Sounds like you had a lot of fun last night. Jacob doesn't have to punch you in the face...the arm works just as well. heh I don't, however, want you to cut yourself. :| Please?

messedupdreamer February 24 2005, 21:59:11 UTC

dont worry.....ud never know.....weeather i did or didnt, so no worries

brandon15a February 24 2005, 22:01:02 UTC

I know I'd never know, but I still worry, yo. :(
I can't stop you, but :\

eloquentsilence February 24 2005, 23:10:36 UTC

that 'C' word, can become an addiction...once you start you might not want to stop...[just thought i'd let you at least be prepared for that].

it seems there's a lot of synchronicity going on, like a lot of ljers used to write about depressing stuff at the same time...[me too, big time], but now something has changed...[I sure hope this change will last for a long time!] take care:)

debauchedkiss February 24 2005, 23:21:31 UTC

Well you just advertised it so I'm going to give you shit about it since you gave me shit about it. It's not worth it. It's stupid. It's like once you get into it, you can't stop. It tends to become what you think is your only escape. Scars become something shameful. Like I said it's not worth it but I guess do what you must.

hmm crimsonblade256 February 25 2005, 02:50:07 UTC

Strange enough, I feel sort of similar. Pain sort of gives you the feeling that your alive. I might not be hitting the nail on the head here, but it's how I feel.

Re: hmm messedupdreamer February 25 2005, 02:52:02 UTC

hmm some support

mistique_drake February 25 2005, 08:05:07 UTC

a tingle aced across my scalp. the floor tipped up at me and my body spiraled away. then i was on the ceiling looking down, waiting to see what would happen next. what happeneded next was that a perfect straight line of blood bloomed from under the blade. the line grew into a long, fat bubble, a lush crimson bubble that got bigger and bigger. i watched from above, waiting to see how big it could get before it burst. when it did, i felt awsome. satisfied finally. then i was exhausted. i realized what i had done. realized pain or built up nerve in one single cut of self infliction. you ask why. beats me, low self-esteem. poor impulse control. repressed hostility...

<3

Dommi