Wednesday 20 October 1999

Recting dislocki sphem anipatrol.

meta-date: Wed Oct 20 06:05:00 1999

It doesn't matter. Bland existence. Nothing. Empty. At least with pain there is a feeling I can understand. Won't do it again though. The scars were never the point - only a symptom - but they will be with me forever. I am ugly enough already - no need to make it worse. Scratch. Sever. Maim. Rend. Tear. Bleed. Hate. Why did I have to be me? What did I do that was so bad that I deserve this?