O That This Too Too Solid Flesh Would Melt

I…I know I haven’t updated in awhile…I thought maybe…just maybe…I had outgrown this blog. I thought that a few good months might have erased some very terrible things…but…but it hasn’t.

I still have scars on my legs. I still want to add. Alot. Alot more. I need new scars. Fresh ones. Not scars…cuts, I want them. I miss them

Does that make me bad?

Does that make me broken?

I guess I am…I guess I’m just drunk and babbling.

I guess I shouldn’t cut…no…not this time….

But what scares me most…

Is the next time I lose control…