Thinking about it makes me want to die. Disappear. It won't make much of a difference to you, so either way I'll still be gone.

I can't believe I'm even being this forward now. So I guess I'll be honest now. It's been two months since my last S.I. But I'm not done with that, no sir. I still have all my tools and I know how to hide my scars even better. It's an addiction and I've been craving really bad. I regret it after, but I feel so good when in the midst of the pain. So here's to old times sake.

Its time to feel again.