I remembered the peace and calm cutting brings me. But I drown in guilt when Im reminded of how I remembered.
Im craving roadkill and gas station hotsogs
– old muffler throat aka RFK JR
I’m plagued with thoughts of r*** and homocide and I don’t know how to stop it, I don’t think I can. It feels me with immense guilt, especially when the person that I’m looking at, thinking of, doesn’t even know what kind of sick and terrible things I want to do to them. It’s sick. And unfortunately those thoughts have been worsening lately. They’ve gotten so extreme that I’m afraid I’m going to give in to them soon.
