Morbid's crepusculating days!: Nights like these

1:59AM 28/11/2011

It's nights like these where I simply just want to not be around, ever.

It's night like these where I get a razor and do a few lines, and no, I do not do drugs. I cut.

I feel so alone. I feel as if everybody has somebody, but me. Unless I am just not looking hard enough.

I logged on to my old MSN name and my olf friend Jake whom I hadn't talked to in months had logged in.

I sent him a message, "Jake?"

He reply with, "hey!"

Then he logs off. I wonder what happened... maybe some sort of power failure or his computer gave out. He usually wouldn't just log out like that, but gawd did I want somebody to talk to and for a second, a nano second I had him. Until he logged out.

So here I am just typing away on my little laptop. I don't like life right now, life is being unfair it seems like. I've lost a boy that I kind of liked. Well, I only liked his body, his personality wasn't the best. I cut myself when I said I wouldn't. My parents are both intoxicated and they were just 'loving' my younger brother and I up. I don't believe it. They're drunk. Although I don't blame them I suppose, their lives are fucked.

Ah, I had so much to write about on here but I got occupied with changing my e-mails on this site. It's hard to explain and I am sort of lazy.

I think I have a problem with cutting again. And I think when alcohol is present it triggers me to cut. I had a few unpleasant run ins with alcohol and people. It wasn't pretty...

anyway want to see my pleasantly unpleasant cuts?

Note: The pictures you are about to see were not all done at the same time. They are from other times I have... cut.