2003-05-24| 8:29 p.m.

Drag the razor across your skin; but I don't feel release, I don't feel escape, I feel pain and I see blood. The torment still torments and the anguish lingers.

In a different life maybe I would be too skinny and my arms would be cut up and I'd be with the wrong crowd swallowing the wrong pills and maybe you'd see how much you hurt me reflected in how much I hurt myself.