Completely Incomplete

Letting Go Is All I've Held Onto
2005-05-16 22:09:53 (UTC)

Normal.

Normal. That is so over rated. Who decides what
is 'normal'? Only we can decide, only we have opinions. We
being everyone. One person alone decides what normal is.
WHo is that one person? It's me. It's a stranger who just
tipped more then he had to. It's someone who just
committed an awful deed, but got away with it. It's
someone who makes an honest living, doing something they
consider more of a hobby, then work. It's someone who just
made a neat thin line up their arm with their dad's razor,
beeded with blood and decorated with pain, because they
were an out sider. The world thought them "abnormal" and
they felt alone. So alone in this cold world we call a
home. Addicts of their fear, they decide.
It's their addiction and their disease. Sacrificing their
blood, just to feel the pain and watch it bleed.
The pain, reminissing over the past, fears and horrors,
pain and suffering. Hurt.

I think Im going to draw a sketch of Kade. Its been at
least fourteen days... I havent heard a word. Im goign
insane.




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