Severed Flesh

Sercë Nwalya ar Qualmë
2003-03-19 22:43:23 (UTC)

Half good half hell

Well the 14th The Emergencies had a concert which I went
to... Kicked ass... I had the best time of my life. It was
like pure freedom and such a wash of happiness to find
people just like me, in person, not on the net. I hated
having to go home.. but i always hate going home so.... My
mom is so fuckin stupid. shes like this huge redneck and
im total opposite of her. its sickening for me to look at
her... Id love for her to be shot or something... doesnt
bother me one bit... as you can probably tell she just
pissed me off but thats almost a 247 job... so what do i
do? i grab my razor blade and went away at my stomach. I
love blood... sorry its just weird, its so beautiful
flowing out of flesh and so warm and releasing. Has a bit
of a good taste to it as well.. but i dont cut myself for
that reason... sometimes i get the urge to do it because i
just wanna do it, like smoking(i dont just using it as an
example) my best friend knows I cut myself, shes the best
person alive. But yeah... i just love the feel of a razor
blade touching my skin and slicing it...
but im off here ill write ALOT more about the concert later




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