Thursday December 18, 2014
Thursday, April 12, 2012 |
by: morgra11...and so I drew the filet knife to my leg, salacious for the glorious pain and voluptuous, scarlet, flowing blood. Not two seconds after the deed had been done and knife safely stored away, my dad came into the house. Luckily, I was able to sneak up the stairs with the greatest of silence into the shower. The first action performed while in the bathroom was of course, locking the door behi...
When I kill myself, there won't be much of me left.