Cut.
i cant stop.
its intense. its like magic.
everytime i do it, it makes me happy.
You can feel it running through your body
down and up again.
All the frustation is gone
all the hate, the problems, all those feeling
that make you want to scream like the world is about to end
all those feelings that you hate: GONE.
vanished. they dissapeared.
its like candy for a little kid.
or wonderland for alice.
its like flying away.
& never having to come back
to all those things that you just hate with your everything.
i love doing it. i want to do it. i NEED to do it.
i cannot stopp. & i will not.
this is what gets me through
every single miserable day of my life.
but this is making my life like hell ,too.
not am i only hurting myself, but them too.
i cant lie to them
but i cant hurt them either.
i just cant.
because it kills me to see them like that: over me.
over the worthless peace of crap i am.
i need to stop.i want to stop.
& ill do it.
just for them
just for that one reason.
because i dont need another one.
Just for the,.
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