saturday august 26th, 2017
it feels good. the pain feels good. it feels so good and i just sit and watch the bubbles of scarlet GROW. it feels good and i just sit in my crazy fucking mind and watch my legs turn red.
IT FEELS GOOD. AND I DONT KNOW WHY. BECAUSE IT SHOULD
HURT. IT SHOULD HURT. IT SHOULD HURT. IT SHOULD. HURT.
but it feels good. it feels good and i feel relaxed and i sit and i relapse because IT FEELS GOOD. it feels like it's something i should do even when i know i shouldn't. it feels like something i have to do even though i know i don't need to. IT FEELS LIKE I HAVE SOMETHING TO HIDE LIKE I HAVE SOME SECRET WEAPON ON MY THIGHS
like it's something i can be proud of
like it's something that can kick those fuckin bitches' asses like they can see it and know that
HELL IMPRINTED ITSELF ON MY SKIN. like maybe there's a reason for all my
fuckin pain and mentally insane-
maybe it's because i was born this way. with problems in my mind that i just can't seem to fix.
