Now for something different

I haven't mentioned that time where I might just be a ghost living in the world because I slit my wrist "accidentally" with a razor sharp blade and the memories crystal clear in my head. The blade went through my wrist, atleast a full way into the skin, punctured the skin and delved into the muscle seemingly tearing muscle like melting butter before I "almost" blacked out.

You wanna talk about reality, I wanna show you how life doesn't just stop it bleeds out.

Anywho.

I got the cigarette burns to prove I'm not some dipshit walking around looking to commit crimes. What happened when I was just a kid was angering.

Oh and guess what? I might not even be human. (Anymore)