why is this so important to me? i am weird. why am i like this? why do i close my eyes every morning in the shower and imagine that the water beating down on me is blood? my blood. why do i look at the heart on my arm and desperately want to make the scar fresher, deeper, bigger? why do i go in the bathroom and imagine all the ways i could hurt
(
Read more... )
Comments 3
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment