Feeling down seems not enough, hurting isn`t either, being drunk doesn`t help, crap i need to see the blood coming and i don`t want it today. Ì`ve been handleling i just to do it when i want to not when my body seems to need it, but i guess i`m srewed up now. i`m not sure of anything now in my life, and that sucks. Everythig around me seems so fake, lies and tears , wounds and scars ..thats my life, crap don`t reply on me, i just needed everything out of my mind. But damn! how i need to see the blood coming out, dam! suicidal thoughts again, i havent had those since 2 or 3 years ago. you know what it feels to feel the blade riping your skin, letting all that red blood, precious blood coming out.the fantasy of dying by cotting my wrists again, with a white shirts just like in constantine movie.