... cut me... kill me...
I really have nothing to say... I just thought that I would be better off here than to be off mentally and physically deconstructing myself... but i guess here is no different from everywhere else... I can't hide from myself... not anymore. I have to face up sometime... realize that I can't keep running from myself over and over and over and over... I will always end up alone in the end... attacking myself... beating myself... smiling on the outside... screaming and bruised on the inside.
Hide me from me...
Hide me from me...