So yesterday was really bad. The pain was intolerable. I had to be numb, omg. k so i took out my handy dandy razor and cut away at my ugly scarred skin. My self esteem lowered as my fluids dripped to the bathroom floor! I felt my life being drained from my lonely pathetic body! I HOPE YOU HEAR ME CRUEL WORLD OMG!?!?!??! >.>; So anyway, yesterday was terrible. My chick left me. So before i went to my razor, my beautiful razor, i got off to mutilated cats. Makes me hot as all hell. Just like Stephen King does. I bet he cut himself as a kid so that makes me feel less alone. I mean, NO ONE cuts themselves besides me. Omg i'm so unique, nonconformist. YOu can be nonconformist too if you looked just like me. Today i finally dyed my hair black. It took my parents FOREVER OMG to let me. It can do the swishy thing like the guy from that band can do. Some days. So that made me happy. If i'm capable of maintaining such a quality. Gosh.