The
body should be a
reflection of the mind inside. I haven't been attacked by a fence, I've attacked myself with
razorblades. A body that looks like a
battleground accurately reflects the state of my
psyche.
I feel shaky and out of my mind. I'm not physically shaking but I feel as if I could dissolve into nothing at any second. I have all this energy but am about to pass out at the same time.
Completely spent and nobody understands.
Blood is real (and this is sick).
This is also an addiction and tolerance develops all too rapidly here. How deep will I let myself go this time?
I feel as if I'm accelerating toward some sort of crash. I'm trembling inside but solid on the outside. In pain on the exterior, but the self-inflicted variety is a poor sacrifice to that which resides within.