if you don't do drugs, stay alone, hide from all that may cause some sort of unrest. something or someone will find thier way in to disrupt your ways. some see cutting as a sickness, absolutely disgusting, shamefull. to drag a blade across the softess skin and watch the blood flow freely is a thing of beauty. an escape that only you can get to by your own hand. a rush. numbness takes over, mind goes blank. no need to eat, just feel the calm. as long as the blood flows there is still life in you. the scars don't go away, but all the pain one endures will. absolute bliss. guess it's like a trademark. artistic, sadistic, and quite fascinating. i have done it for years. i have no want or need to ever stop. i am however skillfill in my ways. i know how deep is too deep. my best work is hidden under layers of clothes. each scar represents a level of enlightenment that i have reached. writing, ANA/MIA, cutting & rice burning are my own personal 'outs'. sick, twisted thoughts are realeased from my body through the blood.
neo riddick
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