Destruction Scribbled down on Tuesday, 8 November 2005 22:01:49 PM
I fail in finding cutters to use on myself. If I bought razors I'd be having terrible obsessive thoughts dominating my mind, that's why I don't even want to go there. I am guilty for no reason which makes me ache for self-punishment. I want to to make myself pour. I want to feel the itchy pain when white turns red. I'm getting angrier towards me. Only when the blood starts dripping I must quit to avoid leaving traces, though they stayed already underneath my shirts and pants. I can't kill nor wound myself enough.

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