Friday, May 19, 2006
cut my wrist with broken glasses.
i saw broken pieces from a ketchup bottle.
i cut my wrist.
i bleeeed.
real bad.
i smile.
i love it.
call me a...'saddist'.
sorry but i just love myself bleeed.
bleeed from cutting something.
i cant help seeing something reallie sharp.
knives, broken glasses.
name it all.
seeing myself suffering from pain makes me feeel goood.
BUT do not break my heart.
that one i cannot carry ahhh.
the rest, plz.
by all means.
ahahaha.
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