yay 4 life

why does revealing the truth cause cuts? not cuts that damage your physical self, but cuts that others cause in your memory. like if you could choose to be the drug or the track mark, which would you be?
i'd be neither i think. i think i'd be the massive gaping wounds that the person would willingly carve into herself to get me back...like withdrawal from the drug that fuels her.
cute little heart...too bad it's been smashed into pieces.
i wrote yesterday, freely and sickly. i wrote about a foot fetishist. not my fetish though, i'm not into feet. i like whips and chains...pieces of burning metal...things that leave lasting marks on feeble flesh. flesh isn't as strong as it seems you know? the way it tears and rips beneath a blade or shard of glass.
the thing i've always loved about skin, mine in particular, is the way it scars so beautifully. i also love the way that it bleeds, the way it cries crimson...so sorrowful yet so lust and hate filled. the skin rids itself of all terror and badness by bleeding and swelling...i figured by cutting it, you can get rid of the badness faster.
i know i sound like such a freak, lol. more of a freak, i stand corrected.
bah...i hate me.