Steps to being Just Like Me:
1. You grasp the blade oh so tightly within your palm. Your fingers must be steady, or else you won't get a perfect line. Who the fuck wants a crooked line?
2. Now, without wavering, you need to lightly drag the blade across (or vertically for that matter, whatever floats your boat) the skin of the inside of your thigh
3. Let it fucking bleed. Just let the blood bleed profusely. I dare you.
4. After you've successfully mutilated yourself, you take one of those tiny packets of salt. Shake it and then rip it open.
5. Take your index finger and set it on your tongue for five seconds. Then, dab the tip of your finger in the salt.
6. Rub the damn salt in the wound
7. Enter a utopia
Tonight, the Aleve didn't work worth shit. I couldn't fall asleep. It didn't numb the pain. It did nothing. And once I was out of my blissful state of mind, I was in hell. Nice transition, huh?
I found out something just now. It's what made me want to slash myself. My mother broke a plate. The blue one with the little shades of green swirls interchanging to be precise. It was my favorite, and that bitch bust it. I used it every single night when I'd eat dinner, and now she threw everything off. She might as well make me fucking be like Elvis and eat the damn leftovers on the floor.
Change is something that I don't like. I'm not suicidal, but change just pisses me off. Take for instance: one night I have my hair curly. What if the next night it was straight or gelled into a Mohawk or something? I would be angry. Just when you get used to one thing, something always happens that takes it off balance.
I hate liars with a burning passion. I don't scar myself. See? I just contradicted all of the actions that I had just done. See what liars do? They screw up your mind and they lie to you. Hence the name liars.
Tonight, Joe and Kevin asked me if I wanted to go to a movie. They asked if I wanted to go see District 9. No. No, I don't want to go with you fuckheads to a dumb movie about giant lizards or whatever fake shit they're putting out to make money. Whatever.
Goodnight. I'm done being what they want. Tomorrow is another chance to start anew, and yes, I am going to take advantage of that.
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Review please? I have chapter four ready!
-Jia