Distant_Dream
10-17-2006, 03:13 AM
I don't know why I'm bothering to write this. But I can't sleep, or rather I don't want to.
I think I'm fine for the most part.
I fly into rages when I am by myself. I think of slashing my throat open.
I used to cut my earlobes.
I do not cut on the underside of my arm, it makes me feel like I'm trying to signify suicide.
I don't think I will kill myself on purpose.
I've been feeling the worse feeling of dread in my waking moments.
It's meant for no one.
I like to cut, I like to burn, But I lose interest in it.
I always come back to it.
I don't think it's a problem.
But I stare somedays at those on the counter and of sculpting pens..
I feel mavolent and obnoxious and bloodthirsty.
I know I have gone insane.
I think I'm fine for the most part.
I fly into rages when I am by myself. I think of slashing my throat open.
I used to cut my earlobes.
I do not cut on the underside of my arm, it makes me feel like I'm trying to signify suicide.
I don't think I will kill myself on purpose.
I've been feeling the worse feeling of dread in my waking moments.
It's meant for no one.
I like to cut, I like to burn, But I lose interest in it.
I always come back to it.
I don't think it's a problem.
But I stare somedays at those on the counter and of sculpting pens..
I feel mavolent and obnoxious and bloodthirsty.
I know I have gone insane.