If my mind wasn’t as strong as my heart I wouldn’t have regrets that cut deeper than my impulse.

dont you feel bad for the blood you lost?

asked my grandmother and many friends

i preoceeded to pull out my sketch book and flip to the page that i had stained my blood onto

the look of sheer horror is the definition of the satisfaction i have described throughout my writings on my raging adiction

its a feeling of nirvana we all have diffeent ways to reaching

my way just has to be one that is most shunned upon

how unfortunate.

rather hurt than dead is what i tell myself when my arms sting before bed or in the shower

its what i fail to tell myself when thinking about my obsession

therefore it is not a motto

my motto is a line that describes my every feeling

and every sad feeling i have can not be described when wearing my best outfit.

2 things shunned upon that i do.

my grandmothers motive.