the blade feels foreign to my wrist. so long without feeling it's coldness, not because i wanted to stop but because nothing in my life seemed to be worth the blood.

another hour passes by, & it reminds me more & more of a day that already was. one where i rolled around in my misery, falling into boredom because of someone-s inferiority complex.

i rolled around in my misery until it was tinted crimson & tasted copper.

yeah&uhuh

NEW SHIT.
OLD SHIT.
DON'T EMAIL ME.
ETCETERA.
FANK YOU.
UNCOOL.