I'm officially busted! Heh, I knew it wouldn't took too long. Well, welcome to the dark side of myself dude! 

Nothing much happened today. But I scraped a little bit of my skin t'day. Coincidentally? Un-coincidentaly? I don't know. But it felt great. 

Heh. If only I have that courage to pick up that knife. Or even that small little pin and drag it across my too fat arms, thighs and tummy! If only I have the courage for that! 

it! Here I am now though. Bawling my feelings out like some . Letting it all go on the internet instead of the reality. Why? 

'Cause world is just too cold out there. Everyone would turn their backs to you eventually. No matter how many times they said that they care. Thye're much like the wind. Comforting but invisible and would slowly fade away. Not too long after, they'll be back to comfort you again. Then the routine goes on. 

The wound wouldn't heal. A scar was painted across. Soul was grievieng like no tomorrow and heart was beating slow. Blood clogged up, oxygen escapes leaving carbon alone inside the lungs. 

You guys get the idea, right?

There are things that are meant to be said, and things that are meant for you to keep it muted.