~Splitted~
How shall I feel?
I lost some weight that's sure.
I'm not allowed to celebrate my birthday with my friends this year.
Too bad, because my arms are already looking very rubbish. Then I'll continue cutting my inner thighs, that's very helpful while training them. And I am forced to, they're touching themselves in the middle- and as long as they do it hurts very bad.
But it bleeds like hell.
Oh, I forgot why I'm not allowed to have some fun. I really forgot. ._O
Fuck it mom, and I won't celebrate yours, 'cos I'll be not allowed to meet you. *laughs*
Hope you'll suffer a bit.
I thought about sending a letter to one of my friends to her birthday and them bringing it over to her.
But -
No.
She shall die like I do every day, and she shall smell my corpse before finding it in my room.
Last time she would've waited until my smell kicked her out of bed too.
Next time I either cut my wrists down as far as possible or jump off the roof of Karstadt, high enough I think, about 15 meter.
Unfortunately I can't pity her and feel bad as hell when I see her face and hear her screaming.
Maybe I can still hurt myself for doing this in hell.
Whatta service, there'll be some guys doing this for me. *lol*
Let's see how long I'll get through it. Really looking forward to get to know.
I lost some weight that's sure.
I'm not allowed to celebrate my birthday with my friends this year.
Too bad, because my arms are already looking very rubbish. Then I'll continue cutting my inner thighs, that's very helpful while training them. And I am forced to, they're touching themselves in the middle- and as long as they do it hurts very bad.
But it bleeds like hell.
Oh, I forgot why I'm not allowed to have some fun. I really forgot. ._O
Fuck it mom, and I won't celebrate yours, 'cos I'll be not allowed to meet you. *laughs*
Hope you'll suffer a bit.
I thought about sending a letter to one of my friends to her birthday and them bringing it over to her.
But -
No.
She shall die like I do every day, and she shall smell my corpse before finding it in my room.
Last time she would've waited until my smell kicked her out of bed too.
Next time I either cut my wrists down as far as possible or jump off the roof of Karstadt, high enough I think, about 15 meter.
Unfortunately I can't pity her and feel bad as hell when I see her face and hear her screaming.
Maybe I can still hurt myself for doing this in hell.
Whatta service, there'll be some guys doing this for me. *lol*
Let's see how long I'll get through it. Really looking forward to get to know.