i dunno what to do. cried like mad while waiting for the cab. must've scared the shit outta ed. thought i'd be okay once i got home. but no, cried my eyes out in the shower and i slashed myself. i'm starting to think that its my only escape from reality. its where i have CONTROL! the feeling of the blade on my skin was amazing. and just sitting there, staring at the cuts and watching the blood slowly ooze out was indescribable. i guess i'm not that useless? at least i can make cuts and not screw em up? well, one conclusion: i'm just a PARANOID bitch, an EMOTIONAL BASKET CASE! nothing more to it i guess
--* imperfect unsatisfaction 23:38 *-- [.//cry out**
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