I carved a pumpkin yesterday. Carved right into my hand. I got so frustrated that blood was getting all over the stupid smile I gave the pumpkin that I just picked it up and smashed it. Then I rubbed pumpkin into my cut, like a mud pack. I heard somewhere that mud packs help heal. I think the pumpkin inside my wound is starting to get rotten, ( Read more... )

I've been practicing wicca lately, in hopes of finding a genital wart removal spell, no luck  yet :(
but at least I won the scrotum skin sweatband I've been watching on eBay :0

I haven't updated this journal in a long time. Mostly because i have no reason to live, let along write in a journal for people who don't even think of me as being alive. i dont think im alive, or i really wish i wasn't ( Read more... )

i have just been diagnosed with the plague.

thanks god, way to be there.

My mother had another child and named it after me. She said it's to replace me. I was washing the dishes and dropped one so it broke in half. My father took the broken half of the plate and started dragging the ragged edges across my bare back. They hosed my back down with hot water after the skinned it "to keep it from infection" was what they ( Read more... )

Bad news.
I haven't gotten my period in 2 months.
God knows I don't need another goat baby.
Looks like the WD-40/coathanger remedy for me.
Why hast god farsaken me, he put us here to love and occasionally fuck all things, right?
Fuck you God!

my skins been peeling off in layers. and the bruises are still there. all over my back and arms. i cant take much more of your love. cause i know through all of it , deep down inside your lonely empty black soul, you really love me. even if you keep me waiting tied up for days. just wish youd bring me some water.

i love you.

whyd does my mom have to hate me so damn much. wasnt putting out her cigarretes on the insides of my thighs enough, no she had to use my favorite dashboard shirt to clean up the red wine she spilt on one of her boyfriends last night. i just stared at the red stain over the heart of my shirt and i saw my own spilt emotions, my own heartache and ( Read more... )

Your cold tounge doth bringith me a sweet death once more.
Maythe pain fill our hearts and caress our wounded hands.

Ow god, just now i was fisting myself and my hand got stuck. So I had to clench really hard so the bones in my fingers would break. Loving myself is so painful. I now understand why no one loves me.

Just kill me, already.