4:54 pm - Monday, Apr. 01, 2002
Song:
pain is an outlet... and I feel the need to promise not to cut anymore.. I pray that if I'm promiseing.. then i wont do it..
My wrists.. I have this thing with them... i can't let things poke into them... they get this dull ache when people talk about slitting them...
so I don't cut them... other parts though... out of boredom.. not depression... out of a craving for pain... a craving I don't understand...