Mood: Self-destructive
Music: {The Hives - "B Is For Brutus"}
I'm ugly on the inside. Not just the inside, however. Mostly on the outside. But the inside uglyness is much more effective.
Ugh.
I haven't been feeling too good lately.
There's so much fcuking drama - too much fcuking inner conflict. Dêath is hovering over me, pressure with midterms... stress from existence. I can't fcuking stand it. I'm too weak. Too frail right now. I want to give in, to succumb to the escape.
Sharp objects are starting to look pretty promising. Lucky for me the infant within doesn't condone physical pain.
J'ai besoin de quelque chose pour soulager ma douleur.
