FTW
No the blood is not real. Well the blood is real but it is not from my wrist. The cut may be fake, but the pain is sure as hell real. There is a stabing pain in my stomach and I am coughing up blood again. Doctor you say? Feh. It will go away eventually. Perhaps if I eat or sleep, that would help. But sleep does not come easy. Especially in an empty bed. I roll over and you aren't there. The sent of you still lingers on the pillow cases. I went to the railroad tracks at about 4 this morning, waiting for the train to come by, with each passing train I find myself wanting to step onto the tracks, lay down, and let what happens happen. A fitting end I would say. Slammed by a train. Hopefully I would not die instantly. But slowly and painfully with my limbs severed. That way I would be able to feel some of the pain I have caused others. They are right. I am an asshole. I am a jerk. All I think about is myself and no one else. I get what I want when I want it. And when I am done, that's it. I have no disregaurd for others and life is just a way for me to pass the time until death. Isn't the truth grand?