Mm… Let’s see. I come on here for. One reason or another, every so often.
Tell you about the twisted things I’ve wanted to do and have done.
About my amazing girlfriend.
Let strangers know about the things I hate or love.
It’s interesting.
I left a confession a while back about my cutting.
How I raked three thin cuts across the back of my hand.
Now only one remains.
I wish to do it again. See my skin split and blood drip out, leave a mess on everything.
I like to leave marks on what’s mine. Let some evidence of my existence remain.
I can’t do that though can I?
Some day I’ll die and eventually, regardless of what I do, it will never be remembered. Every mark I’ve ever left will fade.
My own body will fade and after many years, it will disappear all together. Oh well.