the life of a deviant mind

darkthoughts

i'm already afraid. i'm already afraid that i would completely lose my sanity.

as you know, i'm always alone. yesterday, i didn't go out of my room. i didn't eat, i didn't drink water, just 2 trips to the restroom. i was hooked into slashing my wrist with a blade. i keep on running the blade on my skin, the same spot over and over. the pain i felt was addictive. sweet burning sensation... and then you see the blood, pure red. and the smell, like rust. then i made a hit over it again.

the pain was wonderful, so physical.  made me forget of the pain i felt inside.  really addictive, i'd do it again to night.