Sometimes I just want to run and never look back! Sometimes I don’t think the joy and happiness is worth the pain and anger. Its started again. I know it. I can feel it in my bones. My worlds fixing to crash at my feet and I’ll be left alone and deserted. Things always get like this. One minutes, everything’s fine and the next, I feel like slitting my wrists and ending it all. I still cut from time to time. Not too deep. Not deep enough to bleed. Well, not enough to bleed a lot. Just deep enough to give me that adrenaline, that feeling that I always seem to thirst for. The only bad thing is once I start, I don’t want to stop. Mom doesn’t like it, she thinks I’ll kill myself or something. I won’t though, no worries. I know what I’m doing. I know a lot more then she thinks I do. When I cut, it helps. Yeah, I know how sick, how twisted that sounds. But its true. I t takes my mind off all my troubles. And it puts me back in control of this fu(ked up thing called “lifeâ€, where I need to be. I haven’t cut in a while though, believe it or not, but I want to. SO BAD. More then anyone will ever understand. The feel of the razor as I run it down my arm. Gives me goose bumps just thinking about it. I’m not psycho you know, just a little nuts.
