Replaced like it's my job.
I did it again, yesterday. Awesome.
I feel so.. Idk. The urge. It's asking me to do it. Do it till I fucking black out.
There was blood everywhere yesterday. The floor, the towel, it was all stain with blood. I couldn't do anything. I was so numb. I just lie there. Haha. Cool? For how long, I don't know.
My days without cutting turn back into 0. & I want to do it again.
I don't know.... I hate this. I really can't take any of this anymore. Crying again.
Forget it.
Let the blades be my best friend again.




















