It's one of those days, your happy for a few hours, then something has to make you sad or angry. Then your away from the blade, the things that urge you, well besides your own thoughts, but as soon as you walk into your room and you close that door, you go get it from it's hiding place, you sit on the edge of your bed you put the silver blade to your skin, you slide it across as you take the pain in, you enjoy every second of it.
