This could have been about a ton of things. But it's not. So don't stop. And try to look. For some lost message. And don't waste time to look for a meaning. It's utterly hopeless ( Read more... )

A cooling pleasure that lifts the stress. Making it go. Running a knife against the skin. Deeper and deeper. With each stroke. Each move. Against the arm. Causing blood to flow. And pool into small puddles. Droplets of crimson red. Each holding a story. A pain. A trouble. And one by one. They slowly trickle to the floor. The sensation of letting it ( Read more... )

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I'm failing again... I can feel it.

I just want to take the knife. And put it to good use.

Why must I always fail?

Sign away!

You know you wanna.




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... Sometimes I really wish I could just kill someone in cold blood.

What a rush that would be.

Death BenefitBroken and disheveled ( Read more... )

Just wanted to apologize to everyone on my friends list. I just haven't been up to doing much. Posting and commenting. I do read what everyone writes. Just when it comes down to commenting on it. I always draw blanks. And I don't want it to read; "Yeah wow thats great!". Or something stupid like that. I want it to mean something or ever ( Read more... )

What was I thinking that I could just 'run away' again. Even if I am legal in doing so ( Read more... )

I just... Don't know what to do anymore ( Read more... )