I Masterbated 4 times yesterday. Four f****** times. It is my chief desire to flee this world with Razor Blades. I miss my knife, and I miss my children. It’s so hard. Everything is hard. And how I ache for the kiss of a whip, and to embrace pain and lose myself. Four times f*** me. And I wonder why I’m never happy.

A hunting horn and Knife Held in his killing fist, the mark of Cain brand apon his wrist