Jun 30, 2008 13:52
Fucking hell.
These cuts on my arm truly do frustrate me. What's horrid is that they incidentally happened right where an old burn was healing, and it feels as if I've ripped apart an old wound.
The horrible feeling...
And all over.
My stomach has been torn to shreds, twice.
Remind me not to keep the Weapon in my shirt anymore. My poor poor tummy... no midriffs for me until these heal.
Guess no sex either. I'll look hideous.
Matt, please don't come into my room without knocking, okay? I'm feeling rather... self-conscious right now...
I never considered myself emo.
But the Weapon brings out a different side of me...
the weapon is very sharp,
privacy plzkthx matt,
damn i need some chocolate